With her condition as frail as she was, Vail would do well to research more upon the ailments of humans. And in the risk that Victoria may day, it would do him good to research the ancient vampiric rituals that changed humans into vampires if he didn’t want his time with her cut short. She smiled weakly as he squeezed her hand, she didn’t think the Hygrace heir would have fallen for her like this. Yet he did. And she was grateful. He got her out of an awful situation and saved her from the brink of hypothermia.

He seemed confused when she spoke about her possible diagnosis and the need for medication that could help her fight it off. Sure it would make her feel sick and she may struggle to eat whilst on the medication but it was better than organ failure. As long as she kept in taking lots of water. She knew he would oblige her the request. She hadn’t ever seen him eat or drink anything other than her blood, she wondered if they really needed to. 

Her cheeks flushed and she felt her heart skip a beat as he planted a delicate kiss to her pale cheek. She still felt that same level of desire, if not more so than when they had fist touched. He just did something to her that she couldn’t describe and it wasn’t just his pheromones taking their effect on her senses. This was something much deeper, what they called being in love. A chemical concoction of hormones and emotional feelings of the mind.

As Vail left to say he would return shortly, she knew he would keep his promise as he had done thus far. So she had nothing to fear and fell back into a light slumber until he returned. She thought she heard the door open and close quietly, she assumed it was Vail returning to her with some water so didn’t need to wake straight away. Her eyelids were too heavy to open, she fought to open them. As she felt the pillow beside her head lower due to pressure, she assumed Vail was peaking over her to check if she were awake. She smiled as she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. 

However, it wasn’t Vail. As soon as she focused on Caleb, her body flinched as she gasped. His eyes were feral like Vail’s had been the first time he hunted her down. He indicated her to be quiet as he pressed his hand over her mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed at him to show she didn’t appreciate him leering over her. She was surprised he was so bold to want her sickly blood. Her iron count wasn’t at its highest. With his hand pressed down, she still screamed at the top of her lungs, although muffled. She hadn’t the strength to push him full away, but adrenaline surged through her to kick in the flight or fight response. Her arms both grasped his arm to pull it from her mouth, however futile against his superior strength in her fragile state.