"Why use a cup when one can drink blood in its freshest form?" Raylen asked her. "You know I can help you, and you can help me." Having already taken blood from her earlier that afternoon, he had been craving more of it.
Emily patted the man's shoulder and reassured him, saying, "You did great! Participation deserves applause, everything else is secondary, isn't that right, Mother?!"
"I never uttered a word about it. I have no interest in talking about you with anyone. So then, who else went on to blabber about it, if not you?" He stepped menacingly closer to her. "I swear I will fucking kill you if you try anything—"