Hunger is a wild animal within me, clawing at my guts. Tearing at my soul with every breath I take. I can keep it in check, but not if I drink from Grace. Not if I taste her. She thinks I’m being stubborn, but she has no idea what’s inside me at this very moment.
does he end up taking too much? is that why he always freaked about how much blood he took in the previous books?
