I couldn't control the thirst this time. The desires I had forced down again and again rose like fire beneath my skin, burning through every bit of sense I tried to hold on to. I wanted to taste her and compare her blood to Elira's, to see how deep that strength ran through her veins.
A dangerous thought crept in, one I didn't bother to push away. If I could capture this enemy… if I could keep her close and bound to me… then I would never need to risk hurting Elira again. Silver could become my source of strength, my sustenance, the one I fed on whenever the hunger clawed at me, no matter how twisted that idea sounded.
"Can you feel it as well?" I whispered to Beelzebub, who kept sniffing the air without pause. "The hunt is on…" A dangerous mutter escaped my lips as I moved closer, slipping between the trees little by little, avoiding every branch on the ground so I wouldn't make a sound.
