Serah sat by her settee, tracing her finger over the rim of her huge cup filled with blood. The servants had been bringing one to her every two days but she sent it back each time. However, she could no longer refuse it now... As much as the dark red liquid didn't appeal to her at all. Asher's blood no longer sustained her and the hunger had returned since two days ago. But for some reason, drinking this blood felt wrong, so she delayed it... For two whole days where she found herself staring at people's necks dangerously. Even Gareth's… just yesterday she felt tempted to drink from him, her lips automatically approaching his neck. And he didn't try to stop her. In fact, he urged her to keep going when she caught herself and pulled back self-consciously. She shook away the embarrassing mem
