Chapter 87
- Ian’s POV
- Sophia was stil very pale, like there was no blood at all in her body. Her breath shallow and her body fragile like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering. I hovered by her bedside, feeling a never ending sense of helplessness. Her condition had improved slightly, but it was clear she needed something more. The thought of what that something was left a bitter taste in my mouth.
- Human blood.