Isiah continued feeding on Ethyl's blood until the agonizing sensation of starvation finally receded. He consumed strictly what was necessary, determined to minimize his intake for as long as possible under his current physical decay.
The moment the hunger subsided, Isiah pushed himself to his feet and spat onto the floorboards, an expression of profound disgust contorting his features.
He despised every single drop of her blood, yet he accepted it as the sole recourse to suppress the terrifying hunger.
Ethyl collapsed onto the frozen floor, trembling violently. A deep chill settled into her bones, and the violent ordeal left a nauseating pit in her stomach.
Abandoning the healing spell on her fractured chest, she shifted her focus entirely to her bleeding hand. Having already lost a dangerous amount of blood to Isiah's appetite, she refused to waste another second.
