It had tasted nothing like Braith’s. Braith’s was sweet and soothing when it filled and strengthened her, it was right in so many ways. Though Caleb’s blood had renewed some of her strength, it felt hideously wrong in her body, it didn’t belong there and although her body was absorbing its healing properties, it was also revolting against the influx. A scream built inside of her, she had the unreasonable urge to rip her skin from her in order to release the blood that didn’t belong there.
She was shaking. Her hands wouldn’t sit still on the hard floor as they jumped and danced over the marble beneath her. She tried to steady herself, but it felt as if she were no longer in her own body, but in someone else’s entirely.
This was only the beginning of the suffering to come. Caleb could do this to her over and over again, and he would, because her reaction had just revealed how appalling his blood was to her, how miserable it made her feel.