"Kiss me to death again!" As soon as I finished threatening, the puppy suddenly looked at me expectantly.

I shivered, wrapped in a vibrant, thigh-high red dress, as the night breeze whipped around me on the street opposite the bar.

I was suffering out here, all just to snag some drunk guy nobody was watching, to absorb a little life essence.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be like my cousin, Blair, and just dive into the bar for prey. But it was way too loud in there. Fox ears are naturally sensitive, especially for an accomplished fox spirit like me.

A tall boy stopped in front of me, almost six feet three inches. I had to crane my neck to look at him.