Chapter 4

“You don’t eat people,” Jamie says, unblinking, but the slight catch of his breath betrays him.

“Was your boyfriend this trusting?” Niall mocks. “I’ll bet he believed the vamp who told him you can’t get dead the first time you do it.”

Niall sees the eyes narrow a heartbeat before Jamie’s on his feet and his blade is in his hand, heading for Niall’s neck but not making it. It’s like time’s stopped, Niall’s holding Jamie’s wrist so damn steady. “Match made in fucking heaven, huh?” Twist

The blade clatters to the table, just missing Niall’s dinner. Jamie stands there cradling his wrist. “Fucker,” he says, his voice thin.

“So what? You going to cry about it, baby face?”

Jaw muscles twitch, and then the kid’s out of there.

The liver doesn’t taste so good anymore. Niall throws the rest of the meat in the refrigerator, grabs a bottle of vodka and channel hops until he finds some porn that’s not all stupid fucking blond twinks with big sad eyes.