**Keres POV**
I observed my honeycomb from afar as my healer frantically attended to her most severe wounds. Though my face seemed emotionless, I was fucking livid! I'll mindlessly eradicate any poor unsuspecting soul who dares have the balls to approach me now.
I looked down at my bloodied clothes. This was not how things should have transpired! This was not part of the plan. I plucked the damp blood-crusted handkerchief from my pocket and began suckling it. Closing my eyes at the decadent flavour, trying to ease my temper. I could not explain it, but my honeycomb's blood tasted so sweet, richer than rare wine, sweeter than any mystical fruit I was fortunate enough to taste. Is this why I was always so drawn to her? No! Not once did I ever wish to drink her blood!
My mind started to delve back to when I found Laura in the dumpster. My cold blood boiling once more. It was unmistakable. I felt my servant's presence surrounding my sweeting. No doubt her toy was with her. I'd wager
