Almara
After another elaborate meal, Noah offered me a cocktail. I almost said no, but then decided that I didn’t care. There was absolutely no reason that I shouldn’t indulge myself. After all, I would only have one. There was no way that I would get drunk off just one small cocktail.
The drink he handed me was a deep red and smelled like cinnamon and apples. There was even an apple slice on the rim of the glass. As I brought it to my lips, I caught the faintest scent of blood. I paused and pushed my nose deepered into the glass, breathing out so that the scents would bounce back stronger.
Yes. There was definitely blood in this. No more than a drop. I lowered the glass without drinking and looked at Noah. He was watching me intently and memories that I had forgotten about came flood
