Lyanna felt panic, but she pushed it down. She hadn't survived torture and near execution just to lose him now to a healing failure. She thought about what Azrael had done when she was badly wounded, how he had given her his blood to accelerate her healing, how ancient vampire blood could start regeneration in younger vampires.
She thought about their bond, how they were maker and progeny, how his blood ran through her veins.
Without thinking Lyanna bit her own wrist hard enough to open a vein. Younger vampire blood wasn't as powerful as ancient blood, but it was still supernatural and had healing properties. And more importantly, it was hers. They were bonded, and maybe that mattered more than age or power.
She brought her bleeding wrist to Azrael's mouth, pressing it against his lips, letting her blood flow onto his tongue.
