ELLIOT

Her reddened lips stopped sucking on me.

I watched, exhaling deeply, as color returned to her face. Lifting my wrist, I licked the wound, tasting the faint traces of her saliva.

My heart finally settled into place, and that entity within me was calmer now that Rossella was alive.

Why was she so important to him if I knew he had once hated her?

Part of my visceral disdain for her came from his own raw emotions.

Now that the immediate danger had passed, I carefully scanned my surroundings.