Nancy wastes no time in making sure that Eponine gets her bottle of blood. There was a market for it now, more than before since Jean-Claude outlawed feeding on the unwilling.

She doesn't mind the way Eponine drinks. She's happy to let it happen,a fter all. It's a good call she went for the bottle rather than a person, if she truly had such a lack of control. Any person could have easily been killed.

Nancy touches her neck absentmindedly.

"No, I've seen worse." Starving preteen boys getting food, for one. Other vampires, for another. Some clients of hers had loved to get her blood everywhere. "Boyfriend's a vampire, remember?"

"Who's Parnasse? Is he your sire?"