CHAPTER 20 – Anna

They dragged Luke in looking like death.

“He needs to feed,” one to of the simps insisted. “But he won’t take blood from anyone.”

I didn’t hesitate to move my wrist underneath his mouth, but he hadn’t the energy to pierce my skin. I bit my wrist and then held the bleeding arm out to him, and finally, he latched on. It was as if I could see life being poured back into him. I gave him as much as I could and then Roman pushed me away insisting on giving him the...