Basic decency amongst true friends wasn’t below Fyodor and it wouldn’t ever be, especially when it came to you. As a vampire, that strong urge for fresh blood and not bagged or frozen meat was an inevitable side effect.

He wouldn’t ever drink from you and that was a vow that you tried your best to disrespect in the most respectful way. It was hurting you just to see him so pale and scrawny yet insisting he was fine. You needed to do something.

“No. I won’t.”

He resisted the urge.