Skyla's POV
I felt the sharp sting of Courtney's fangs breaking into my skin, and my breath hitched. Her cold lips latched onto my wrist, and I felt the pull of her draining my blood. The pain was sharp at first, then dulled into a tingling numbness. I kept my expression neutral, even as I fought the urge to recoil.
The triplets remained tense, watching closely. I could sense their unease, their protective instincts flaring up, but they held back. They knew this was necessary if we wanted answers.
I watched Courtney's face, seeing color return to her pale features as she drank. Her eyes glowed brighter, and the hollowness of her cheeks began to fill out. Her grip tightened around my arm, and her hunger grew stronger and more desperate.
"That's enough," I said calmly, though my voice
