Emilio's POV “Lucas, I can’t take this anymore,” I rasped, my voice hoarse from hunger. My throat burned like it had been scrubbed raw, and every muscle in my body screamed for relief. “I need blood.”Lucas’s face tightened, his eyes filled with worry as he sat cross-legged on the cold, damp floor of our prison cell. “I know, Emilio,” he said softly, his voice calm but laced with concern. “But you can’t feed right now. We don’t know what’s out there or who’s watching us. We have to stay sharp.”I let out a low growl, pacing the small space like a caged animal. The hunger was a living thing inside me, gnawing at my insides, making it hard to think straight. “You don’t understand, Lucas,” I said, my hands curling into fists. “If I don’t feed soon, I… I don’t know what I’ll do.”“Take my blood,” Lucas offered suddenly, his voice steady. He held out his arm, veins visible beneath his pale skin. “You’re my friend. If it helps you stay in control, I’ll do it.”I froze, staring at him in sh
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