A few minutes later.
Irene's eyelids fluttered.
"Sweetie..." he said gently.
Irene opened her eyes and was happy to see him still lying on the bed beside her. Then she remembered everything that occurred before she fainted. She felt relieved that his scary-looking fangs were no longer visible in his mouth. "Did you finish feeding?" she asked.
"Yup!" Brent nodded his head.
"Good," she said and examined her arm, looking for the sign of bite marks on her skin but saw nothing, not even a small prick. "Oh, where did it go?" she asked, frowning.
"What are you looking at, sweetie?" he asked.
"I'm looking at the bite mark on my skin," she said.
Brent smiled. "You can no longer find it..."
"Why?" Irene asked, confused.
"Because I already healed the bite marks on your skin," Brent answered.
"Oh, nice!" Irene said.
Brent caresses her cheeks. "How are you feeling? Are you okay now? Are you still feeling nauseated or dizzy?" he asked worriedly.
