Mist Revealed

He silently berated himself for the slip. The term “vampire” wasn’t one he’d apply to the eldjötnar or his species for that matter, but the need for borrowed blood to fuel their bodies mimicked the legend the humans had woven. Their requirement had simply been an evolutionary means of survival. With few animals in their desolate homes, they could feed without killing their hosts

The tips of fangs pushed against his gums. He glanced at the vein visible in her throat. Hunger rose. He fought it. For a child of Mist, one bite would seal both his fate and Cat’s. Unlike the cursed eldjötnar who could walk away from a female host, Rune wouldn’t be able to.
Once he took her blood, he’d never be able to feed from another being—animal or human. He’d have to mate her or die. It was why they only fed on males or animals. At the moment, the consequences didn’t seem so horrible. That in itself was a reason to worry.
Something wasn’t quite right about his attraction to Cat

In times gone by, the sharing of a male’s blood marked a female as a chosen consort: a possible mate and feeding source. And the first step in the mating process. He shoved the thought deep. He had no plans to bind himself to the female, despite the words he’d spoken into her mind. They had been instinctual. Their race was essentially dead; only a few males remained

His scent filled her lungs. Crisp and clear, it reminded her of an autumn morning; the refreshing kind where mist covered the ground and your breath fogged the air. She swayed with a sudden wave of dizziness. He firmed his grip on her hips

Dammit, someone was twisting the facts. That was sacrilege in her eyes. Data should never be altered.
“And what’s your take on it?”
“The same as I told the authorities.” He lowered his voice. “The fire demons have risen.”
Of course. The lack of detail made sense. Nobody in their right mind would add a supernatural creature to the list of possible causes.