Chapter 90 Chapter

"Oh don't be so over-dramatic," I sniped, shaking my head. He stepped closer, looking every inch the demon as the flames danced behind him in the hearth, framing him in a fiery landscape. "Do you know what we do to Feeders, Megan? We kill them. They do nothing except bring problems to our door. They are a danger to our kind, let alone to themselves. They not only expose us to humans as they blindly give themselves over to the hunger, not caring who they attack or what happens to the bodies afterwards, but they also push the Varúlfur one step closer to wiping us all out. Feeders are unpredictable and threaten the already untenable balance between ourselves and our enemy, so we kill them before the Varúlfur kill us all. And from what Harper told me, you were dangerously close to stepping over that line of madness." "Dramatics clearly run in the family," I sneered. "I wasn't becoming a Feeder. I was just..." "Hungry?" he finished. "Feeding again and again without feeling one iota of satis