Chapter 115: Connected, Part 1
Food tasted disgusting. Håkon could not remember the last time he had eaten something, but surely it had not tasted so vile. The fresh bread tasted like mold in his mouth, and the butter melting into it coated his tongue like rotting fat. Nasty. How had he enjoyed any of it as a human?
He kept shoving it into his mouth, however, murmuring words of gratitude to the servants as they set more plates of food at them. Next to him, Erzsébet seemed to be eating with much more enthusiasm. At least she would be all right. He had hated drinking her blood, all the more so because it had not even been useful to him. It had just been a waste of blood, and now she would need to recover from it.
Goddesses, he would kill for one mouthful of useful blood. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, jaw aching with want.