Blood dripped down from Morne's neck and onto the woman's collarbone and face, an intoxicating scent wafting into her nostrils.
Though she no longer held Morne back, his tight grip did little to restrict her airways. The gap in their physical strength was far too large, and she broke his hold just as effortlessly as she had done before, bringing her legs up and kicking him off of her and across the room.
He slammed into the vampire hunters still glued to the wall, his shoulder flaring with pain as it collided with the metal of a breastplate. He slid to the ground, narrowly avoiding cutting himself on the fallen weapons as struggled to stand.
Now that he was so close to it, the half-circle's call was stronger than ever. While it couldn't yank at his blood like the vampire could since it could only affect Nasnami, that didn't stop it from trying.
