The invitation unlocked something in Pree. He didn't hesitate. In the next heartbeat - of Conrad's, as his own heart had stopped beating days ago, completely unnoticed - Pree had a hold of his wrist and was pressing his fangs to it, just like before.
Just like before, he drank him down, greedy for every drop, drunk on the taste. Just like before, he felt himself grow warmer, stronger, even as Conrad's arm began to sag in his grip.
Unlike before, Pree curled an arm around his waist but didn't let go. He was so hungry he realized now. He just needed a little more.