[Evil Tink]

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Solomon smiled slightly as he pulled his mouth from the young girl's neck. He gave her wound a quick lick, to catch that last drop that managed to squeeze out before he closed her wound. Fresh blood was always much more delicious compared to that refrigerated crap. He looked around, his gray eyes brightening up a bit.

After a few more random people here and there, Solomon was almost fully recovered. He was at a point where he preferred to be...moderate. He never like to 'fully recharge' as it always led to bad things. This way, he was off the radar and left alone, for the most part.

"Holden..how you doing? I'll be on my way soon."