Moriarty's POV
Sara was eating.
And when I say eating, I mean she was absolutely devouring the food in front of her like someone who had just been rescued from the worst buffet in existence.
Which, to be fair, wasn't far from the truth.
During her time in prison, she had been starved to the point where her body looked dangerously thin. Her bones had been visible under her skin, and anyone seeing her back then might have mistaken her for a walking skeleton.
But Sara had vampire blood running through her veins.
Which meant recovery worked a little differently for her.
Once she absorbed enough energy—enough nutrients, enough blood, enough… well, food—her body began restoring itself rapidly.
Right now, she had already returned to her original appearance.
Healthy. Strong.
And very, very satisfied.
"Phew!" she said while stretching slightly. "After eating nothing but disgusting crap in that prison for so long, I finally got something decent!"
She took another bite and grinned.
