Xingchen is a terrible liar— he does not like hunting deer, although he will. He has. One stag is not strong enough to sate him, and while they can make some use of the bodies, the deer are of less use to the two of them than they would be to the people in these small cities and towns if they found them full of life.
Song Lan has more than enough to spare.
His fingers stumble over the belt of his robes.
Vampire fic set in canon, utterly lovely and captivating…