For Ashlynn, the final hours she'd spent with Nyrielle before sunrise had been among the most tender that the two women had yet shared. It seemed impossible for the vampire to restrain herself completely from sampling Ashlynn's blood, but this time around, the blood seemed secondary to her desire to help Ashlynn heal.
From her toes to her head, Nyrielle's lips slid up Ashlynn's body, pausing whenever there was a wound that broke the surface of the skin. This time, Ashlynn's injuries had been frighteningly severe with dozens of cuts from shards of ice, including one gash that ran almost the entire length of her thigh.
Ashlynn's own healing powers were considerable, any normal human would likely have succumbed, not from the injuries directly, but from being plunged into icy water and forced to endure everything that had followed her battle with the Tuscans.
