Lark had met her first vampire at Heme, the last time she'd been here. She'd been one of the nurses, and Lark had only realized she was a vampire once the woman had smiled and revealed her fangs. It was somewhat unsettling to Lark, how little she knew. How hard it could be to detect the presence of someone who could snap her like a twig.
"I'm Lark," she said. "I've never been to Heme outside of donating." It was one thing Desi had tried to talk her into, but going to the bar was a tricky thing. Donating could be done during the day, and the shelter had curfew. If Lark allowed herself to be dragged out to Heme, she risked being locked out for the night. That was not something she was willing to do unless she decided she'd be willing to sell privately to a vampire. And taking that leap still felt so extreme. "It's all new to me, I guess. You seem more in your element."