Liam's POV
He rushed towards the switch and opened the lights. I squinted. It was a lot easier for my eyes to adjust in the dark than in light. By the time I recovered, he was already pointing the broom at me as if that would do anything to save him.
My vision was blurry, until it landed on the boy’s neck. My injury only fueled the bloodlust I’m feeling. I hissed. He was talking but my own senses blocked all noises except the sound of his blood pumping in his veins.
I felt my mouth water at the thought of his blood on my mouth. I want it… no, I need it. He froze on his spot while my own body was completely betraying me and moving on its own, reaching for what it needed.
“H-help me.” I lifted my gaze and realized that he was talking to someone over the phone. That will be a problem, bu
