At the very least, hell would have to freeze over first. Just because he was thrown together with a vampire and had to work with her to get out of the predicament he and his brother were in, didn’t mean he’d suddenly become friends with one of their kind. And why shouldn’t he? The more he learned about these creatures, the better he could fight them in the future. And he’d never wanted to anyway.īut now Haven had all the time in the world to feel and sense what a vampire’s hands were like. There’d never been the time during the fight to really register what they felt like. He’d fought plenty of them in hand-to-hand combat, but had never really noticed their body temperature. He’d always thought that vampires would be cold, being the heartless creatures they were. Yvette’s hands felt surprisingly warm as she took his hand and lifted it from where he was still pressing it against his wound. He briefly wondered where he’d gotten it from since Haven’s own stake was still in his jacket pocket, and his jacket was nowhere to be seen. What if she fell into bloodlust now that she’d tasted his blood? Was it the same way it was for an alcoholic, who once he’d tasted alcohol again couldn’t stop himself? Was that what would happen to her?įrom the corner of his eye, he noticed Wesley shift and adjust the hold on his stake. Her eyes showed the hunger she tried to keep leashed, but Haven saw it nevertheless. Yvette’s hands divested him of the remainder of his shredded shirt, fully exposing his chest to her view.
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