Adeline heard the soft thud of the suitcase being placed down, the sound of the latches being clicked open, followed by the rustle and clink of something being set on the glass table before her.
Then came the unmistakable sound of a bottle being uncapped, and then the sound of liquid pouring into glass. Frowning faintly, she slowly opened her eyes.
Across from her, Andrei was stooped near the glass coffee table, calmly pouring dark, thick blood from a blood bag into the wine glass on the table.
"What… What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
Andrei didn't look up, continuing to pour until the blood bag sagged in his hand, nearly half empty. He set the bag aside and lifted the filled glass, his long fingers wrapped neatly around its stem.
Straightening up, he extended it towards her. "Here. Drink this. It'll help with the tiredness."
