Winston's Pov
I held Elizabeth's trembling arm as I guided her back to her room, the air heavy with a palpable tension. Her usually vibrant eyes were now filled with a haunting emptiness, and I couldn't ignore the pallor of her skin. I reached out to gently touch her cheek, and she flinched, as though my touch had stung her.
"Elizabeth," I said softly, my voice a mere whisper, "Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat?"
She pulled away from me, her eyes filled with both sadness and anger. "Hungry, yes, but not for blood," she replied, her voice filled with bitterness. "You're humiliating me by asking if I'm hungry for blood."
I watched as she paced back and forth, a restless ghost in her own room. The torment in her eyes cut through me, and I knew I had to help her. "Elizabeth," I
