Chapter 23
Sleep
For the deathless life of me, I wanted to spit it out yet the unquenchable hunger threatening to swallow my insides was making me a savage. I stopped chewing deliberately before slowly resuming without even noticing it. The meat had a tangy aftertaste that melts on the tongu, demanding bite after bite. It was like slicing through butter, juicy and tender.
I stopped chewing again.
“What is it this time?” Konstantine raised a brow, unbelievably calm as he sat there and watched me devour an entire plate of fresh meat like it wasn’t soaked with his own blood.
“Sharp…” I muttered, my tongue feeling the pointy, ragged shape of my enamels.
“Yes, of course. It’s made to tear and rip all kinds of meat including your prey.”
“My prey… the one that escaped because you let him?”
