For the first ten minutes of the journey, she’d held her back ramrod straight, her hands neatly clasped in her lap, and her gaze fixed firmly out the window. Now that more time had dragged between now and their…exchange, she slouched a little more, leaning forward with her elbow propped on the window ledge and her chin resting on her fist. For his part, Kirill had been happy to give her space. With her blood singing in his body, filling him with an almost delirious satisfaction, he wasn’t certain he trusted himself to make safe, polite conversation anyway. Not when there were so many pieces missing in this particular puzzle. He drew his tongue over a fang, savoring the lingering taste of Irina’s essence. She wasn’t human, that he’d known before. Still, he couldn’t quite place the flavor… “I can see you licking your lips and it’s very distracting.” The grin sprang to his face before he could stop it, but Kirill quickly wiped it away. By the time Irina turned to him, his face was its usual mask of composure.
