Chapter 63
“Ah. I see.” He wandered over to it and hummed in approval. “Adam has left you nicely stocked.”
“Um…can you drink? I mean not just blood, but beer or wine or soda?”
“In moderation, as with all things. Thank you, Tyrell. I believe I’ll have this Dominus red.” He set about opening it with a corkscrew I didn’t even realize I had.
“Okay.” I went to the kitchen, ditched the garlic and washed my hands, and took a couple of glasses down from the cabinet next to the fridge. I filled them both with ice from the ice maker in the freezer door, and poured some Coke into mine.
I returned to the great room. “Here you go, sir.” I handed a glass to Mr. Mondragon. I’d never even referred to my teachers as “sir,” but for some reason, that seemed the proper way to address him. There was something about him that made me hesitant to even think of addressing him by his first name.
“Thank you.” He looked around.
“Problem?”
“Red wine isn’t drunk on ice.”