<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0000">He smirked as he heard her words, offering him some blood. He pressed closer some, his eyes shining. "I would prefer some of yours, Philene." He nipped at her lip gently, careful not to break it. Ever since Joanna had left, when he thought he had killed her, his heart had jumped from her to Philene. It had its way of doing that, jumping from one person to another when the one before died or betrayed him.</span>