Powerful Thirst Quotes

“How remarkable,” Amelia said casually. “There’s still something left of you.” Plucking a handkerchief from her sleeve, she strode forward and tenderly wiped sweat and a smear of blood from his cheeks. Noticing his unfocused gaze, she said, “I’m the one in the middle, dear.”
“Ah. There you are.” Leo’s head bobbed up and down like a string puppet’s. He glanced at Merripen, who was providing far more support than Leo’s own legs were. “My sister,” he said. “Terrifying girl.”
“Before Merripen puts you in the carriage,” Amelia said, “are you going to cast up your accounts, Leo?”
“Certainly not,” came the unhesitating reply. “Hathaways always hold their liquor.”
Amelia stroked aside the dirty brown locks that dangled like strands of yarn over his eyes. “It would be nice if you would try to hold a bit less of it in the future, dear.”
“Ah, but sis…” As Leo looked down at her, she saw a flash of his old self, a spark in the vacant eyes, and then it was gone. “I have such a powerful thirst.”
Amelia felt the smart of tears at the corners of her eyes, tasted salt at the back of her throat. Swallowing it back, she said in a steady voice, “For the next few days, Leo, your thirst will be slaked exclusively by water or tea. Into the carriage with him, Merripen.”
Leo twisted to glance at the man who held him steady. “For God’s sake, you’re not going to put me in her custody, are you?”
“Would you rather dry out in the care of a Bow Street gaolkeeper?” Merripen asked politely.
“He would be a damn sight more merciful.” Grumbling, Leo lurched toward the carriage with Merripen’s assistance.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight