Quickly, I darted to the kitchen, flung open the closet door, and lifted the chest freezer door, set to cool instead of freeze. I stared at Rick’s blood bags laying inside, warring with myself. Besides the little bit of Zac’s blood I had the other night, it had been years since I had fed on human blood. But at this point, I knew I had no choice. Like Rick said, at least no one died for it. Swiftly, I pulled a blood bag from the freezer, shoved a hard plastic straw into its side, and ...