Dylan’s Point of View
I stared at the glass of blood and tonic in my hand, “what’s this going to taste like?”
“I don’t know what the tonic tastes like, but the blood won’t be anything like you’re worried about it tasting like. It’s comparable to eating your favorite meal.” Rowan smiled.
“Even the first time?” I was concerned, the thought of drinking it made me nauseous.
“Even the first time. You’ll love it, which is good because you’ll be drinking a lot of it over the next month or so” he said.
“Why? You don’t?”
“I haven’t just transitioned my love. It is the only thing that will help with the pain, the mood swings and heebie-jeebies.”
I stared at him blankly, “but I only have pain. I don’t have any of those other things.”
“Yet.” He looked very sympathetic when he said that.
