Stupid, foolish, horrible things. I looked down at him, then up at the other vampires waiting in the aisle. She smiled, but her eyes were serious. Do you remember what Jean-Claude's kiss felt like out there? He grabbed my hurt wrist and ground his fingers into it.
I pointed down to the body. A power plateau Byron and Requiem had called it, but that wasn't it. But I would never be sure, because in that moment my beast rose. He was collapsed across my chest and body so all I could see was his brown curls.