Not because Simon was watching me, but the fact his eyes now had more blue in them than I’d ever seen before. “Simon, when was the last time you…fed.” Even before he answered, the look of chagrin on his pale features spoke volumes. “It has not been so long that I require a more explicit—” his eyes raked over my blanketed form— “source of energy, but I do require blood. I am sorry, but it must be human this time.” “Your eyes are almost blue,” I noted, reaching up to stroke his face. “How long’s it been since your eyes have gone blue?” “Twenty-seven years ago.” His admission was firm, no trace of hesitation, but his eyes betrayed his regret. “Early on, even without control, I always made certain they are not innocents. If I kill, it will not be someone who is not equally as guilty of the same crime, or worse.” My impulse was to argue that it didn’t make his killing right, but then I had to remind myself this was not a human being, no matter how much he looked it.
