“SO, LET ME get this straight. You lost the only—somewhat—friend you have in the human world, and then you cried, like a human being, and you felt grief, like a human being, and then you forgot to eat like a stupid human being, and by the time you realized that you needed to feed like a Vampyr, you lost your consciousness and passed out, like a human being.”
“And then, Prime was there. Like a hero. Like your own personal knight in those kinds of fairy tales that human beings like to read. He saved you. By breaking into a blood bank and getting your bags. I mean, I don’t know about any Wolves rules, but I’m pretty sure that’s still considered a crime. After you were done feeding, he was still there. You two got cozied but your stomach decided it wasn’t enough and so you fed on him again. A
