Dimitri smiled at the sleeping Blanca in the middle of the forest, her body succumbing to exhaustion. Her dream must be something else because he heard her moaning. And even far away, he could see her clearly, as if he was with her.
Yet he couldn't ignore the fact that at the precise moment Blanca discovered the truth earlier. Her heart was racing frantically, and her silent cry of denial echoed in his mind.She ran, in denial.
However, she believed herself to be a vampire. She believed him to be a vampire. What else could she possibly deduce with so little information? Her thoughts were desperate, even life-threatening. He lay very still, gathered his strength should it be needed to stop any foolish decision she might make. He simply waited, monitoring her thoughts and the telltale signs of her body.
