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[METEOR]

METEOR

As Kole met his gaze, Meteor smirked. So he hadn’t miscalculated. The vampire had preferences, and preferences were often exploitable. It was no loss to Meteor. What was the difference between feeding a vampire and shedding blood in the fight pits? Nothing, really, so long as he understood the risks and consequences as well as he understood the fight pits’ dangers.

“There are times for coyness and subtlety, but this is not one of them.” As he spoke, Meteor grinned. He reached out a paw to rest on the coyote’s shoulder. “This is a negotiation, a trade. Speak plainly. I want to hear your offer.”

Slowly, deliberately not to startle the vampire, the cannibal attempted to drag Kole a bit closer and rest his head on the coyote’s side. Lions couldn’t purr, but Meteor’s relaxed posture and slight smirk conveyed the same message. Kole had clearly expected this conversation to lead to some sort of violence—verbal or otherwise—so Meteor figured treating him like a pillow might set the skittish vampire at ease.

“You want my blood, Kole.” Meteor stated this as fact, not a question. “What are you willing to give me?”

Then Meteor’s golden eyes narrowed. Internal calculations. “And what kind of relationship dynamic are you expecting?”