He didn't know why but Natasha's blood was by far the sweetest he had tasted. His grip on her tightened and he was about to drink more when her voice broke through his thirst. Realizing what he was doing, he let her go and shoved himself back, curling up in a crouch several meters from her, shame on his face and in his eyes.
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