“Craven?” Nyktos’s eyes narrowed as he recognized whatever Holland had said. The Fate nodded. “It is what becomes of a mortal when their life force—their blood—is stolen from them, and the loss isn’t replenished. It does not matter who the mortal was before. The act rots them, in body and in mind, turning them into amoral creatures driven by an insatiable need for blood. Craven.” Nyktos had gone still. “The act of killing a mortal while feeding has been forbidden since the dawn of time.” “And that outcome is why,” Holland said. “It is a balance.”
