I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was right. I needed to feed. I haven't fed in days. He helped me on my feet.
"When did we last do a feeding?" He asked, studying my face. My fair skin was paler than usual. Dark circles hung under my eyes, and there was an air of frailty about me. School had been hectic this week, and I guess he couldn't remember the last time he'd given me blood. "It has been like...more than two days, hasn't it? Three? Why didn't you say anything? You could have asked me."
I shrugged and wouldn't meet her eyes. "You were busy. I didn't want to—"
"Screw that," he said, shifting into a better position. No wonder he thinks I seemed so weak. "Come on. Let's do this."
"Chase."
"Come on. It will make you feel better."
He tilted his head and tossed his jacket b
