Author's POV.

The more she sucked his blood, the less strength he had to fight back. Rosalie's eyes shifted to his face, she saw how it was slowly whitening and his eyes closing.

There was a sudden pang in her chest, seeing him like that. She stopped sucking his blood and raised herself. She never allowed a victim off the hook but she didn't know why she couldn't kill him.

She released the ropes that were burning her hand and then loosened them from his neck. She made him face her but his eyes were closed.

"Hey!" Rosalie wiped her lips and called. "Hey, wake up!"

There was this desperation...