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of fruits and vegetables for Lucern. The man was big and muscular, but far too pale. It seemed obvious to her that he was in dire need of some green leafy vegetables.
    Maybe vegetables would improve his mood, too.
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    Lucern needed blood. That was the one thought pulsing through his mind as he followed Kate C. Leever through the dairy section, the frozen-food section, and now down the coffee aisle. The cart was filling up quickly. Kate had already tossed various yogurts, cheeses, eggs and a ton of frozen gourmet dinners in it. Now she paused in the coffee aisle and considered the various packages before turning to ask, “What brand do you prefer?”
    He stared at her blankly. “Brand?”
    â€œOf coffee? What do you normally drink?”
    Lucern shrugged. “I do not drink coffee.”
    â€œOh. Tea, then?”
    â€œI do not drink tea.”
    â€œBut you—,” She narrowed her eyes. “Hot chocolate? Espresso? Capuccino?” When he shook his head at all her suggestions, she asked with exasperation: “Well, what do you drink then? Kool-Aid?”
    A titter of amusement drew Lucern’s attention to a plump young woman pushing a cart up the aisle toward them. She was the first shopper they’d come across since entering the store. Between the debacles with the blood bags, the tea in the living room, and the bit of time Kate had taken to settle in and change, it was now nearly midnight. The grocery store wasn’t very busy at this hour.
    Now that her giggle had caught his attention, the shopper batted her eyelashes at Lucern and he found himself smiling back, his gaze fixed on the pulse at the base of her throat. He imagined sinking his teeth there and drawing the warm, sweet blood out of her. She was his favorite sort to drink. Plump, pink women always had the best, richest blood. Thick and heady and—
    â€œMr. Argeneau? Earth calling Lucern!”
    Luc’s pleasant imaginings shattered. He turned reluctantly back to his editor. “Yes?”
    â€œWhat do you like to drink?” she repeated.
    He glanced back at the shopper. “Er…coffee’s fine.”
    â€œYou said you don’t drink cof—Never mind. What brand?”
    Lucern surveyed the choices. His eyes settled on a dark red can with the name Tim Hortons. He’d always thought that was a donut shop or something. Still, it was the only name he recognized, so he pointed at it.
    â€œThe most expensive one, of course,” Kate muttered. She picked up a can of fine grind.
    Lucern hadn’t noticed the price. “Stop complaining. I am paying for the groceries.”
    â€œNo. I said I’d pay and I will.”
    Had she said she’d pay when she’d mentioned it earlier? he wondered. He couldn’t recall; he hadn’t been paying much attention at the time. His thoughts had been on other things. Like the blood dripping down the sink and not into his parched mouth.
    His gaze slid back to the plump, pulsing-veined shopper who continued past him. He imagined he looked like a starving man watching a buffet being wheeled past. He was hard-pressed not to throw himself onto it. Warm, fresh blood…much nicer than that cold bagged stuff he and his family had taken to ingesting. He hadn’t realized how much he missed the old-fashioned way of feeding.
    â€œLucern?” There was a touch of irritation in Kate Leever’s voice, and it made him scowl as he turned back. She wasn’t where she’d last stood, but had moved on down the aisle and was waiting for him. She wore an annoyed expression, which in turn annoyed him. What did she have to be irritable about? She wasn’t the one starving.
    Then he had a vague recollection of her saying she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and he supposed she was hungry too and therefore had just as much right to be grouchy. It was a grudging admission.
    â€œ I am paying,” he announced firmly as he pushed the cart