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... aced the cuts and bruises on their skin, the scent of blood teasing his senses.
His fangs ached, elongating instinctively, and he licked his lips without thinking. It had been a while since he last fed properly. And after all this exertion, he needed something to replenish his strength.
His lips parted slightly as he took a step forward, but then he halted. He forced his eyes shut, yanking himself out of his hunger-driven daze.
"Get a hold of yourself, Vincent," he murmur ...
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