“Silas?” He froze, gaze darting up. Devils, he was sniffing her like some Dracula cosplayer. “I—” Ivy’s fingers twitched in his hand. “You need to feed…” She swallowed thickly. “Don’t you?” Backing off her wrist, he forced a tight smile. “It isn’t a dire situation,” he said coolly. “I’ll manage perfectly well until you’re comfortable.”
