Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- "Here," Lara said. She turned to me and took Thomas. Either she was stronger than me or she was good at acting like it was no big deal. Probably both.
- I rolled my aching shoulders in relief. "Thanks. How is he?"
- "The bullets aren't going to kill him," she said. "He'd have died already. The Hunger may finish him, though."
- I arched an eyebrow at her in question.
- "The Hunger," she repeated. "Our need to feed. The angel of our darker natures. We can draw upon it to give us a kind of strength, but it's like fire. It can turn on you if you don't keep it under control. Right now Thomas is so hungry that he can't think. Can't move. He'll be all right once he feeds."
- Blood Rites Chapter 19, Page 146
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
