The blood worked faster than Hannibal imagined. Sookie's pupils had blown and she was starting to hallucinate. He peeled her underwear off and tugged it down her legs then put them aside.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
The angel death was entertaining. But he'd much rather be a god. At that thought, his hand moved back up her skirt, leaving a trail of a golden glow. Hannibal was sure that was Sookie and not the drug.