In the shower Blanca allowed the hot water to pour over her, washing out the blood, pains, mud, and grime from her body. Blanca fell asleep standing up. Minutes later a strange sensation in her mind, almost like the brush of butterfly wings, jerked her awake. She covered her long hair in a towel, pulled on her dark-green robe, and stumbled out to check on her patient. Switching off the generator, she made her way to the bed. The glass was still sitting on the nightstand. Full. Blanca sighed. Very gently she touched his hair. "Please do what I ask and drink the blood. I can't go to sleep until you do, and I'm so exhausted. Just this once, please listen to me."
Dimitri fingertips traced the fragile bones of her face as if memorizing her shape, the satin softness of her lips. His palm spanned her throat, fingers coiling around her neck. He yanked her toward him slowly, relentlessly.
