He reached across the space between them, hand extended for the bottle. When she released it to him, it was a lot emptier than he expected. And lighter. His hand flew up slightly but not enough to splash the remainder.
Without wiping the bottle (what was a little spit compared to blood?), Sam took a long swallow and then held the bottle against his thigh.
"I know Bex well enough to know that if you don't like her, she probably earned that. Her not liking another pretty, smart, blonde vampire is a day that ends in y." As much as Sam adored Rebekah, he had no illusions about her.
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He reached across the space between them, hand extended for the bottle. When she released it to him, it was a lot emptier than he expected. And lighter. His hand flew up slightly but not enough to splash the remainder.
Without wiping the bottle (what was a little spit compared to blood?), Sam took a long swallow and then held the bottle against his thigh.
"I know Bex well enough to know that if you don't like her, she probably earned that. Her not liking another pretty, smart, blonde vampire is a day that ends in y." As much as Sam adored Rebekah, he had no illusions about her.