Need was a strong word for it, but not an inaccurate one. Until he had tasted Conrad's blood, Pree had been coming untethered from the world. Time just slipped by him. His body seemed to be withering with every passing second.
He no longer felt that way and he had Conrad to thank for it. "Maybe a little?" Pree suggested, eyes dark, smile coy. There was something else, too, a compulsion of the vampiric variety, another gift from his pale-haired dance partner, one that went so well with sharp canines and an aversion to sunlight. But Pree was unaware of this. He was consumed with a constant hunger which never went away. And Conrad had invited him to give into temptation once.