Thane
The woman’s arm at my lips gave e absolutely no pleasure. I was feeding because I needed to not because I wanted to. My eyes lifted to the doorway a Emrys appeared. He looked like a corpse. His usually golden hair limp and lacklustre, there were shadows under his deep set eyes. It was clear that he hadn’t fed.
“Leave.” I let the woman’s arm drop to the table, still not looking at her. her small huff barely registered. Our usual blood doners, the men and women who lived with us at court knew something had changed. They might not know exactly what that thing was, but they knew. One look at Emrys face told them that.
With a trickle of blood still spilling down her pale arm she brushed passed Emrys. And he gave no reaction at all. If he had been his usual self he would have grabbe
