His voice was barely audible, but the words cut through Aurora like a knife. She stared at him, her eyes widened in surprise, her stomach twisting. "What?" she whispered. "I... I don't understand."
"I need... blood," he repeated, his head lolling to the side as he began to drift in and out of consciousness.
Aurora's mind raced once more. She didn't know how to get blood for him, and it was in the middle of the night. How on earth would she find blood in the middle of the night? She looked around in desperation, trying to think of something, anything that could help. "He needs blood!" she thought, but then something else hit her, and her eyes darted back to him. She bit down on her lower lip. "Perhaps…"
"Aurora," Azrael called her name, his voice distant and strained, his eyes pleading with her.
She instantly got the clarification she needed, and she found herself gulping down nothing.
