Dysfunctional

My gaze focused on his mouth, well, his fangs—they hold a drug that's even better than the dark magic that's in my system and the two together would give me the ultimate high. "I was right, you're still addicted to what I can give you." He gives me a grin, blue eyes flashing with a twisted amusement that makes me strike back. "Or you're addicted to what my blood could give you."