With a shrug, Jorick took her arm and led her to the smaller dining room. Several pitchers of blood were arranged on a sideboard with trays of crystal glasses and bowls of spices. Katelina skipped them, but a vampire behind her liberally sprinkled cinnamon in his glass before he poured his blood in.
"Vampires can't have food," Katelina commented as they moved to a spot near the wall. "But they don't get sick from spices?"
"If they ate the whole bowl they might, but that's such a small amount."
"You're sure about that?" She downed her glass in one go. Embarrassed, she moved the topic away. "I wonder where Sarah is. Maybe all of this imaginary stalker stuff is her way of going crazy?"