The little girl was still sniffling pathetically from across the room and others seemed to join in at the realization that there would be no goat brought to them today. Their crying made my chest hurt. I wanted to help somehow, to ease the children’s suffering—
*They want to eat you.*
Well, yes, but that’s not their fault, is it?
When Cronan didn’t respond, I found myself glancing up at Cronan who was just staring at me with this incredulous expression. I frowned, realizing he had been surprised by my response for some reason. It wasn’t like they could simply stop drinking blood, right? They need it to survive. Everybody wants to survive. It seemed kind of simple to me. Then again, it’s probably easier to swallow all of this considering my reading material choices in
