Chapter 7
Blood. The moment the silky liquid hit my tongue, relief crashed through my chest. The sweet tang of metal danced on my pallet and I felt some of my strength return to me.
Hungrily, greedily, I snatched the bag away from Ayra and practically poured it down my throat. I never realised how much I craved it. That the dull zing in my ears came from not feeding for a while.
“Better?” Sian asked, concern colouring her face. The car wobbled as Devon drove it over the cobbled road and the blood sloshed inside the bag. Anxious not to spill one drop, I gulped it down as fast as I could. The blood left a dull burn in the back of my throat, but I didn’t care. I loved it, I needed it, I wanted more.
“Is there more?” I asked, tilting my head to give Sian my cutest eyes. For a moment, she s
