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"Good," repeated Isaiah. "And you'll give me your neck freely, won't you?"<br />

"Of course," replied Eddie, tilting his head back.<br />

Isaiah brought his mouth down, and I looked away, trying to focus on the threadbare carpet<br />

instead. I didn't want to see this. I heard Eddie emit a soft, happy moan. The feeding itself was<br />

relatively quiet—no slurping or anything like that.<br />

"There."<br />

I glanced back when I heard Isaiah speak again. Blood dripped from his lips, and he ran his<br />

tongue across them. I couldn't see the wound on Eddie's neck, but I suspected it was bloody and<br />

horrible too. Mia and Christian stared wide-eyed, both with fear and fascination. Eddie gazed<br />

off in a happy, drugged haze, high from both the endorphins and the compulsion.<br />

Isaiah straightened up and smiled at the Moroi, licking the last of the blood off his lips. "You<br />

see?" he told them, moving toward the door. "It's just that easy."

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