“Oh!” The back of my hand silencing any further sentiment from my lips. I sat unmoving, watching the entire horrific attack. The animalistic violence of the act and Dafyd’s supine unmoving body convinced me that I had no other choice. And that I had only minutes. I did the only thing I could think to do. The unthinkable. Or I would lose him utterly.
No time left to worry the consequences. Cradling his head, I bit into my arm and pressed it to his lips. “Drink if you would live.”
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