Tessa’s POV
I couldn’t have heard her correctly. Did she just say a blood slave?
“What did you just call me?” I asked her, narrowing my eyes at her.
She frowned and stared around me, seemingly confused by my question, just as I was confused by hers.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so direct. But a few of us were talking and we were surprised when Joseph brought you around. It’s obvious you aren’t just his guest, but Joseph has never kept a blood slave before.”
“I don’t think I understand what you are saying,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around the term she used. It was a term I had never heard before and I felt queasy at the very mention of a blood slave. But I had to know what she was talking about and what that meant.
Her frown deepened.
“Are you serious?” She asked, furr
