"Byron, find Raven," Mikhail whispered. "Mikhail"--Gregori's teeth tore his own wrist, and he pressed it to the prince's mouth--"take my blood while I stop up these holes." "Find Raven." "Take my blood, Mikhail. The vampire will not harm her. He will have some patience this night. You must be strong for the hunt. Drink what I freely offer. I would not want to find it necessary to compel you." "You are becoming a nuisance, Gregori," Mikhail complained, but obediently he took hold of the healer's offered wrist."