His gaze drifted back to the unconscious bodies sprawled on the floor. His eyes traced 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 murmured, shaking his head violently. He clenched his fists and turned his back on the bodies, his shoulders rising and falling with controlled breaths.
Emerging from the alley, he lifted his gaze to the hotel across the road—the one Enzo and Adeline had entered—and his shoulders slumped. "This is so exhausting…"
He wouldn't even be in this mess if he had just told Damien the truth.
