There were always things forgotten. He'd gotten the spell right, but not the dragging her further into darkness. Maybe someday, the sound of a heartbeat wouldn't drag him under like this. Kindred heeded the call of the blood and he really was no different.
Even with how thirsty he found himself, Rhys was with it enough this time to be as gentle as possible, only pulling back with a flinch when something tickled his ear. He was still holding onto her, the victim, whatever her name was, not letting her drop. There had only been a few swallows, but that alone made him feel like he'd touched a wire. Alive. It wasn't quite what it had been like at the club, no, but it was so good, still. To go back to the bag after this? It would hurt.
Without a word, he took her back to Mab, curious as to what would happen next. Henry had done something the first time he'd fed, too, but he couldn't really remember much from that time.