Chapter 440
Voices drifted on tides of darkness, "she's mangled."
"Better mangled and controlled." It sounded like Arlen.
"Malick said he wanted her whole and unharmed, remember? She's probably got a concussion and God knows what. You better give her a shot." Was it Braydon?
"You. You're the one who let her get your knife in the first place. Just give her enough to fix her face. She's had too much blood already."
There was grumbling, then something pressed against her lips. The salty, sweet flavor oozed between her clenched teeth and set her tongue on fire. She swallowed quickly and turned toward the source, pulling more into her mouth. She felt it slide down her throat, felt it slowly spreading through her-
"That's enough," Arlen snapped. "You don't want to turn her for Christ's sake."
"I know, but she won't let go!"
"For the love of God."
They tugged. He finally wrenched free and left her searching for more. Just a little more-