“And you’re telling me we have to be virgins for our blood to be of any use to them.”
“Yes.” He brought the glass to his lips and took a long swallow.
“You said they don’t come to you anymore.” I had a sick feeling. This wasn’t going to end well. “What happened?”
“The next vampyre who came to me realized immediately what had happened. He…” Uncle Phil looked lost and as sick as I felt. He touched his throat, and now that he’d drawn attention to it, I could see his birthmark was more than just a birthmark. It was a scar.
“Uncle Phil, what did he do?”
“Nothing more than I deserved.”
It looked as if his throat had been—I closed my eyes, shutting out the sight. “How did you survive it?”
“I survived.”
“But it wasn’t your fault!”
“He was furious. They can only drink from a virgin, he tol
