"This isn't..." Her voice came hoarse and unsteady, and the fingers still resting on his chest curled. "The hunger... it's not receding."
"What idiocy are you two doing?!"
Sera's voice hit them both from behind like a whip crack, golden light blazing on her palms as she marched across the gore-slicked stone toward the two of them with fury that had nothing to do with the battlefield outside.
The gorgeous elven healer was fuming at her own lover. "You lost a lot of blood yet here you are, cutting your own arteries open?! To make a buffet?!?!"
Then she pointed at the woman sitting on top of him.
"Her channels are fried as her spell has been eating herself alive for days, and you think what she needs right now is your blood?!" She shoved between them with her hands already reaching for Black Fang's shoulders, trying to pry the larger woman off Quinlan's chest.
Black Fang's grip tightened on his skin. "Stop making a scene."
"Excuse me?!" The elf stomped in a puddle of blood.
