Chapter 117: Connected, Part 3
Håkon woke up biting back a scream, the taste of fresh blood and meat so strong in his mind his mouth watered from the memory of it. He grimaced, ashamed of his own hunger because he was not so demonic he wanted his victims to be unwilling.
He moved to the door and opened it slightly, but he must not have been asleep long because the castle still thrummed and bustled. Håkon could smell fresh food, many bodies gathered in one place, and heard the sound of a rather pathetic pipe, the musician playing it clearly reluctant to do so.