"Last night, you started to say something else about the bloodlust." I picked at the grass. "That it doesn't just make you want to feed on me."
Trent draped his arms over his bent knees. "Bloodlust is. . . overwhelming. We have very little control when we're in that state, and our primary focus is feeding." He spoke slowly, as if the words were painful. "And drinking from a human is a very intimate thing, so there's a certain level of. . . arousal that comes with it."
My eyebrows shot up. "Arousal?"
"Yes."
My mind raced as I tried to put the pieces in place. "So, when I argue with you. . ." And every time I did, I was a little fearful. I mean, he was a freaking vampire for crying out loud. Who wouldn't be afraid?
"You always smell of fear," he said, his tone soft.
"And that triggers your bloodlust?"
Trent nodded.
My throat went dry. "And when I argue with Jax. . ."
"Same thing."