My predator struck, but Judge’s restraining strength was there again, holding me back. “Not in the neck, Darlin’. You’ll draw too quick, and Brodes will end up as nothing but a husk. Take it from his chest, just above his heart.” He moved me where he meant, and I struck, not overly gently, which was something I’d feel horrible about later. I took a long, deep suck, and a part of my brain realized what Judge was saying. It didn’t fill my mouth like it did when I’d taken it straight from his jugular. It was a slower release, safer for the man who’d given me so much already.
