Aya's POV
Michael's blood. By the dear God's it was the sweetest of the nectar that I'd ever tasted, I thought as it gushed down my throat. But it was too strong for me, I had to stop soon. Drawing on his artery one last time, I withdrew my fangs from his neck, licking up the blood up off the wound. Mmmm... Now that was heavenly. Though I still wanted to tear his throat out.
Since I had taken so little from him, it wasn't surprising to see him healing up quickly. Looking at the wounds in his back, my jaw went slack. His wounds were almost healed up including the ones where I had seen his ribcage! I knew he healed quickly, but not this fast!
