As Draven sucked her blood, Madeline's entire being trembled. She felt a surge of sharp, electric energy pulsating through her veins.
"I'm hungry," Draven whispered, his voice low and husky. "Your blood is all I've ever craved."
His soul spoke, and she heard the words as if he lived inside her. With every sip of her blood, she gained more glimpses of his thoughts, his life. But there was a voice within his that she didn't recognize, a voice that didn't feel like the one she knew from her beloved.
"What's happening?" Madeline ground out through gritted teeth, fighting the bile rising up her throat. Were they too late? Had the corruption taken hold of him before Draven was able to get her blood? "But my blood was meant to save you," she whispered, desperation creeping into her voice.
