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“I don’t care, he needs to feed or he’s going to die,” whispered Talia.
“He’s going to be pissed,” said Bradan.
She let out an exasperated groan. “Just give it to him. He doesn’t even need to know it was from me, okay?”
I opened my eyes, barely able to focus on the two faces next to me. “What’s going on?” I asked hoarsely.
“Talia is worried about you.”
I grunted. “Right.”
“Okay, Chelsey is the one who’s concerned and she’s demanding that we do something to help you,” said Bradan.
I blinked. “I’m fine.”
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, you are not fine. In fact, you have been passed out for the last four hours and nobody could revive you,” snapped Talia. “Not even your little Chelsey.”
“I’m fine,” I repeated, although I could sense what my body needed only inches from m
