-Ronan Hale:
I raised the cup to my lips, the metallic scent of Lucien's blood hitting me like a wave. My stomach twisted with hunger, my throat aching so badly I could barely swallow. I hated how good it smelled, and how necessary it felt.
The first taste was enough to make me shudder. Warmth spread through my veins, a low hum of energy awakening under my skin. Lucien's blood was different—richer, sweeter, carrying that unique spark that came from his hybrid nature.
I drank slowly, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity, but my body demanded more. My fangs ached, and I had to force myself not to gulp it down all at once.
Lucien stood nearby, pressing the cloth to his palm, watching me with his blue eyes. I could feel his gaze, heavy with concern.
I finished the cup, every last drop, and exhaled shakily. My body felt… better. Less hollow. The gnawing pain in my chest eased, replaced by a subtle warmth that spread through my limbs.
