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his fangs aching painfully with the need to rip into the fucking bastard.
    His roar of frustration echoed through the cell when the chains still wouldn’t give. After a minute or so, he finally gave up and fell back against the rock wall, chest heaving with exhaustion, shoulders throbbing.
    A small movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He whipped his head around to the girl, who was trying to staunch the flow of blood from her neck with an edge of the threadbare blanket. She didn’t look at him as she ripped off long strips of it, wadding one up to apply pressure and tying the other around her throat to hold it there.
    His top lip pulled back off of his fangs in a snarl as the smell of her blood permeated the small room; the overwhelming need of his thirst so intense, he nearly passed out again.
    She must have sensed the change in him, for her hazel eyes flashed up to his, widening slightly as she took him in. Quickly, she crouched down and picked something up off of the floor.
    She eyed him warily for a moment, seeming to gather up her nerve, before cautiously coming toward him, staying just out of his reach.
    Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent, groaning aloud at the unbelievable smell of her. Ah. Gods. She was torturing him.
    Then she spoke. “I have something for you, and I know it will be hard, but you have to try to keep it under control.”
    His eyes snapped open in confusion, to find her fiddling with a blood bag.
    A fucking plastic blood bag.
    He nearly laughed out loud. After all the shit he gave his brother, Nikulas, for drinking those things, and here he was, thinking nothing had ever looked better to him.
    Except for the female tampering with the seal.
    Finally managing to get it open, she glanced up at him with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I know these things taste like crap, or so I hear, but I couldn’t take the risk of letting you drink from me with the condition you're in.” She started to raise it to his mouth, pausing midair as she begged him once more, “Please. Control yourself, Luukas. Don’t make me force you to. I promise I’ll get you more blood as soon as I can.” With that, she raised the bag the rest of the way up to his mouth.
    Luukas’ eyes rolled back in his head as the first drops hit his parched tongue. Sucking hard, he swallowed greedily as she poured the nasty stuff down his throat, and fought the urge to spit it back out.
    Immediately, he felt the life giving fluid flooding his desiccated cells, the pain of his broken body flaring temporarily before it began to heal him.
    But it wasn’t enough…wasn’t nearly enough. He needed more.
    He desperately clamped his teeth down on the bag when she tried to pull it away.
    “It’s all gone,” she told him firmly. “Let go.”
    But he couldn’t let go.
    She yanked it away from him, and he went into full survival mode, fighting for his meal, only to find himself thrown back against the wall and unable to move.
    He smashed his head back into the wall with a loud roar of frustration, muscles pulled taut as he strained against her hold.
    “Luukas! Stop it!” she ordered. “I won’t let you hurt yourself more!”
    Chest heaving with harsh breaths, he closed his eyes. He could still feel the blood working its way throughout his system. He tried to concentrate on that, and not on his lingering thirst, but it was impossible.
    “More,” he rasped out.
    “I don’t have any more, but I’ll get you some at next meal,” she promised. “Just hang in there, big guy.”
    Luukas could feel his body continuing to heal, not much, but just enough to close the worst of his wounds. It wouldn’t last long, he knew. That sniveling little pet of Leeha’s would be back soon to add some more. He never stayed away for long.
    The angel was talking again. He focused on her words. She was insisting she’d bring more, that it wouldn’t be long.
    He calmed as he listened to her, opening his eyes to find her watching