Leonardo’s POV:
Samantha's body fell limply in my arms. I stared down at her in shock, fearful that I had drunk too much. I looked and listened to her closely, before hearing the beating of her heart. It was slow and faint, but it was there.
I wiped my mouth from the stray blood trickling down and silently cursed myself. I had almost lost control while feeding. If she hadn't gone limp in my arms, I probably would have drained her.
Then again, I didn't regret drinking as much as I did. I felt fantastic.
These past few days have been torturous. While I looked for Samantha, I didn't feed, I didn't rest, I didn't do anything to take care of myself. Now I was sorely paying for it. I was weak and out of control.
I looked down once more at the slave girl in my arms. Her brown hair was cove
