What I had done to Michael broke me. The screams that were coming from my mouth and the hurt I felt in my chest were inhumane. Dragomar was gripping me tight so I wouldn’t hurt myself.
I kept yelling out his name, crying in regret, wishing I could make it all go away.
And with every scream I just grew hungrier, and with the pain going numb, a huge void was left in its place.
I cried until there were no more tears left. Until my throat dried up and all the water in the world couldn’t calm my thirst.
What was left after all of it was gone, was hunger. A deep, unsettling hunger.
I looked up at Dragomar, voice shivering and said, “I’m hungry again…”
“I know, my love,” he replied, caressing my face. “I will take you out to feed.”
“Michael…” I said. “What I did to him… I never want to
