His hunger would have wanted him to continue, but he collapsed on the floor, refusing to move. Hunger had completely overridden his will. He was a strong vampire who had won the sun in less than a century. He was well able to both keep his Rider in check and operate with it when needed. Yet when Corynn had offered her wrist to him, his feet had carried him out of the door. He couldn’t understand it. He needed blood and she had offered it freely. She’s tired after her run. Giving blood would have weakened her and the hunger couldn’t allow that, his Rider explained. How it knew about these things, when they had never experienced anything like hunger before, was a mystery. But he wasn’t about to question it, as it made sense. So, basically, I can’t drink of her at all. For now, yes. That sucks. Wait till you try to drink of someone else. Since the mere idea appalled him, he had a fair notion how that would go. I’m screwed. Yep. * * * “So, what’s going on?” Jeremy looked up from the morning paper he was reading.
