Leo couldnâ€™t handle it anymore. Every breath came with that wonderful human-sheep scent. But he couldnâ€™t just top breathing because he adored the smell too much. His self-control slipped a notch with every few breaths and a dull rushing roar had taken over real sound.<br/><br/>The fledgling was up and across the room before heâ€™d even made the conscious decision to move. When he noticed it, he hesitated. For what seemed like forever to him but was probably only the barest fraction of a second to the human who didnâ€™t even have time to scream. Even if he had tried, Leo stared him down while he thoughtlessly crushed his windpipeâ€¦ Then sank needle fangs into the inside of his elbow. Through clothes, it didnâ€™t matter. He was just so hungry, and it tasted like he was sure Heaven would.<br/><br/>The roar was louder, like a waterfall now, and in the back of Leoâ€™s mind he remembered that it was only the sound of blood rushing through a living creature.<br/><br/>The dying manâ€™s friend tried to scream, but all that came out was a panicked gasp. He hit Leo with something that shattered though, and he didnâ€™t like that much. Not that it was his first concern. Robyn looked disappointed with him, but even that he didnâ€™t really care about. She had made him wait too long, and even the harsh, scolding look couldnâ€™t compare to the flavor of liquid bliss across his tongue. And anyway, she wasnâ€™t going to stop him.