Dining With Ghosts: Jae and Tanek
Jae really wished he would stop doing . . . that. Licking his fingers and talking about food and looking delicious. His scent canceled out most of her other senses and the lull and promise of a delicious heart or liver—he shouldn't have said live—played a song as his aroma danced around her. Jae had to keep her eyes open and mind focused because she knew this feeling all too well.
"Yes," she said, because she had and she was answering him, but she was also reminding herself. She'd eaten. She wasn't hungry. The human before her wasn't going to satisfy hunger but something else. Something inside of her that craved human in particular. Jae had come to the school attempting to eradicate an addiction only to start realizing that it would always be a part of her, and it was learning that she didn't have to feed that craving.