He knew his throat worked in a gulping motion. His body craved blood.
Not enough blood. The lust for it was overwhelming. He wouldn’t be able to stay sane if he didn’t drink it.
His field of vision narrowed. Suddenly, he realized that his eyes were fixed only on Jose’s white neck, like he was a predator watching his prey.
“…”
Just then, a voice sounded, “You should drink, too.” It came from the back of this spacious room. It was Ferid’s voice.