The scent of his magical blood tickled my predatory senses almost instantly. Andreas, who was a close friend of mine, grew aware of my sudden excitement and yelled into my ear, his unique voice barely audible over the beat that reverberated off walls and drowned amongst the sweaty bodies crowding the flashing dance floor, ‘A redhead, you favorite type, I believe.’ I responded by taking a sip of vodka from my half-empty glass. It did very little to quench my developing thirst. I could try luring him into a dark alley, but sorcerers were much harder to trick than your usual Joe. Besides, they were dangerous, too, especially nowadays. We were officially at war with one another, after all. So no one ever let their guard down. Well, at least tried not to. ‘You can give it a try,’ Andy continued, ignoring the two brunettes he had picked up before our arrival here. The mere mention of having a VIP table in New York’s best nightclub had been enough to interest the two.
