Micah fanned his cards casually and nodded to the bucket. "I wondered how the f**k you planned on drinkin' that. I learned what happens the hard way."
"Got sick, did you?" That was a mistake they said most newbie vampires made. Hell, he'd made it himself. You could get the stuff down, but you couldn't keep it down. It was the same as when a kid swallowed something out of the cleaning cabinet. Your body knew it wasn't good for you and sent it back where it came from.
"f**k, yeah." Micah offered a toothy grin. "That was one helluva night, though. A couple of ladies, a bottle of scotch and a jar of honey."
Herrick surveyed his cards, his brow wrinkled. "Honey? What was the honey for?"
Micah's grin widened. "If I gotta tell ya', then it takes the fun out of it."
"For the girls," Benjamin
