The Hunger hissed more words at Thomas. ‘What is it saying?’ I asked. ‘It’s telling him to give up. That there’s no point in fighting anymore. That it will never leave him in peace.’ ‘Is it true?’ ‘Perhaps,’ she said. ‘But he’s fighting anyway,’ I said. ‘Yes.’ Her eyes focused on mine, sad and proud. ‘It may destroy him, but he will not surrender himself to it. He is of my blood.’
