Chapter 28
The satisfaction was deep. The renewal was strong.
Even after so much searching, so many decades of need, she'd never imagined the substance and joy she could draw from the life of another. As long as that other was the one she needed most.
For the first time, she was fulfilled by drinking, not drained. Invigorated, not tranquilized. She drank until the body had nothing left to give her. Nothing but the filthy blood that she didn't need.
Not yet.
So close, almost what she needed for the true recovery. There was more all around her, waiting for her to take it. And another she'd longed to destroy was near. One who'd worked to destroy her.
The taste was almost as sweet.
And still it was not enough.
The thinnest layer of ice, the slightest mist, kept her from her true form.
