Chapter 88
She took away the bloody tissues and tossed them in the garbage. The bite mark was savage, far more so than Mathias’ had been, and the skin was torn around the pin pricks. Without any applied pressure, blood still seeped from the wounds, and Darby wiped it away before it ran too far down Sheryl’s neck. Her stomach churned. This was what Edmund and Mathias did, too. Maybe not anymore, like they claimed, and maybe they had more finesse than Tatiana did, but the end result was the same.
Sheryl was just food to them.