Chapter 17: Breaking The Game.
Creed lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of his own breathing.
... He had survived.
Barely.
Lilith had vanished into the tattoo on his chest hours ago, her body melting into pure darkness before disappearing completely.
And not just because she was feeling shy. No. It was because she had eaten her fill.
Or, to be more accurate, she had drained him dry.
Creed slowly lifted his aching arm, looking at his trembling fingers. His body felt like it had been through a war.
Scratch that. It felt like he had been thrown into a meat grinder, put back together, and then thrown in again.
And yet, despite all of that he was alive.
Why?
Because of the stamina serums.