He yanked one of the doors open and grabbed a blood bag inside. Without caring about how chilly it was, he pulled off the cap and gulped the liquid down. The bag was crumpled, so he put it away and took another. He gulped it down and then tossed it away.
Fire still raced through his veins despite never before needing a third bag to quench his hunger. He grabbed a third bag, ate it, and was about to go for a fourth when the doors slammed open behind him. Declan walked into the space, leaving a clatter on the tile floor.
Lucian said, "Leave."
As he pulled the top off the fourth bag and drank it, he continued to ignore Declan. His inside organs were still being torn apart by the hunger's constant need for more. For something or someone else than this packaged garbage. No matter how much he drank, he couldn't feel content until his lips touched Kara's vein.
