Mia's POV
Sol offered me another one after that. This time, it was a bag of O positive. The taste wasn't as rich and good as the Rh-negative, but it was still good. He then offered me another one and another one.
Each time he ripped open the bag to give it to me, I could feel myself growing hungrier and hungrier. I was ravenous for it like I had never eaten a day in my life. I could feel my stomach tightening each time the blood ran down my throat.
My throat was dry and wet at the same time, and I could barely see or hear anything other than the blood in front of me. It was on the third bag that I dissolved into a coughing fit and held my hand in front of my mouth.
My eyes shot to Sol. The expression in his eyes affirmed what I was thinking. There was confusion laced there, along with
