‘Shh, shh.’ I say, hushing and stroking her back.

　　After quite some time of comforting Lylah, her crying and sobs cease. Her hot breath against my chest has been sending my insides crazy. My fangs had protruded a few times against my will as the bond was pushing me to bite and feed from her. Even though I could barely keep my eyes off the nape of her neck, and I could have fed off her, I didn’t. I had to force myself to focus on what was important, and even though I need to feed soon, I’d rather starve and become feral and weak than feed from her without...