“I…” She blew out a huff of frustration. “I haven’t fed since yesterday and can’t leave.” Sorin raised a brow, a smirk creeping over his mouth. “I don’t know what tonight will lead to,” she snapped. “I need to be at the top of my game.” “Whatever you need to tell yourself, Nuri dear,” Sorin said, rolling up his sleeve. Nuri gave him a vulgar gesture as he extended his arm. She drank for a good minute or two before leaning back, visibly more relaxed. There was even slight color to her pale cheeks.
