In a spun, almost two weeks had gone by. The sun was high in the sky, yet despite the bright warmth of the day, neither Ravenna nor Alaric had left the bed.
Alaric lay shirtless, sprawled across the bed, his head resting against Ravenna's bare stomach. His arm was lazily draped over her hip, holding her close as if afraid she might vanish.
His eyes were closed, allowing himself to exist in the moment, as he let himself drown in her scent. But then, something shifted the more conscious kicked in. He heard a faint heartbeat.
Alaric's eyes snapped open. He held his breath, listening carefully. There it was again. The heartbeat.
It was subtle, almost imperceptible, as an old experienced vampire, his senses were sharper than anyone's.
