Heiji caught the punch on the jaw, a bit right of center. A bead of blood dribbled out from the corner of his mouth; he licked at it, but his attention was on Trevor.
"Well, what kinda answer did you wanna hear? Not every day someone calls me sugar." Copperish, that was what his blood tasted like. Though a vampire might say differently.
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"Well, what kinda answer did you wanna hear? Not every day someone calls me sugar." Copperish, that was what his blood tasted like. Though a vampire might say differently.