Leone PoV
At the table, I gulped as Mother stared at me, her expression unreadable.
With the aftereffects of last nights intense session paired with a thirst that I couldn't quench currently, the longer we sat at the table turned into torture.
I could almost smell Kat's blood, that tart ambrosia of hers so tantalizingly close, but impossible to reach at the moment.
Even with all the blood I drank from Anput last night, as well as the 'desert' that was Jahi's sweet nectar, with the dawn of a new day I grew parched, wanting my usual cup of the Dogkin's ambrosia like blood.
Glancing at Anput, I saw the normally confident and arrogant woman sitting meekly beside her Mother; while Anput looked more physically fit, Lady Sera had that aura that only a mother could have, one that made even the most hardened warriors flinch when it was directed at them.
