“Point taken.” Everyone was different in this place. Now he was curious about what made her different. “What are your rules?”
“Hmm, makes sense. We have vampires who can’t control themselves. None of them are here, though.” He’d seem Damon lose control, but that wasn’t his fault. It had been the damn ripper virus that he had been given.
Yeah, he could have just said that it was Bonnie that was feeding him, but it was really none of Gretel’s business. It really didn’t matter who fed him. He was being fed, which meant that he wasn’t going around the hotel feeding on others. Gretel should be happy about that.
“Oh, it is,” he said matter-of-factly. And, yes, there was more to it. But, again, it was none of this woman’s business and he didn’t feel the need to share. If she wanted to know other things about him, fine, he’d answer. But for some reason when it came to Bonnie he felt protective of her.
“How many people have you seen come and go from this place?”