I couldn't take my eyes off Lydia's beautiful body. My fangs pushed forward, bursting
through my gums. The overwhelming need to bite and drink from Lydia was growing.
I could do it. I needed the blood. It had become harder to drink my processed blood. I knew what it meant, but didn't want to admit it.
My body was trying to communicate with me. I had heard what had happened to the former demon queen, Zephara, when she hadn't drunk from her mate. She had grown weak. Not drinking from her mate had attributed to her getting wounded by the rogue demon and had slow healing.
But I was stronger than than the demon queen and was doing great right now. I was the commander daughter and could resist the need to feed from Lydia.
The thought of it had my heart screaming at her. I winced, the pain in my head reminding me of what I had always promised me. The conflict inside me was leaving me confused.
