CHAPTER 8The pull stopped abruptly and fangs were extracted from Abby’s neck. There was a warm, wet pressure on Abby’s lips.
“Drink.”
Someone was ordering her to drink. Did she have the strength to do it? The compulsion to drink was still there; the strength wasn’t.
The world tilted and shifted, and warm liquid trickled into her mouth from above.
“Drink!”
The compulsion was stronger this time. Abby took a gulp of the liquid.
“Again!”
Abby obeyed. Breathing was getting easier. She was starting to feel stronger.
She tasted copper in her mouth and her nose registered blood. She opened her eyes and her vision began to clear. Above her, buildings reached into the sky, lit by street lights from the road. Sharon’s white arm glowed in the dim light, her wrist against Abby’s mouth.
“Keep d
