Mitchell fell into step right beside Alex, appearing alert to any danger. The truth was he'd smell it before he'd see anything out of the ordinary. One of the perks of being a vampire, his sense of smell was amped up to super power level.
"I was born in Ireland, migrated to England some time ago." More like 100 years ago, but he wasn't going to mention that. Some things were better left unsaid. The less she knew about him the better, and the less he knew about her, the easier it would be to rip her jugular open and drink his fill from her life's blood.
He couldn't wait for that moment. The first taste was almost orgasmic, and the act of drawing the blood from living veins was so much better. He licked his lips in anticipation, but he had to wait for the right moment. Rushing things was hardly ever the right choice.