“I’m fine, Wesley. Stop worrying.” She made herself smile at him as he sat down next to her. Violet, her face creased with anxiety, was sitting on her shoulder stroking her cheek repeatedly and Wesley smiled a little. “I’ve never seen a pixie so attached to a human before.” “Violet’s different.” Abigail turned and kissed the top of the pixie’s head lightly. “Will you tell me what happened?” Wesley asked quietly. “You know what happened.” She stared steadily at him and he flushed and looked away. “I’ll kill him for what he did to you.” “Stop it, Wesley. He didn’t hurt me.” She sighed and stared into the fire, barely feeling Violet’s soft hand stroking her cheek. Val had come out of the carriage ten minutes after she did and, without looking at any of them, disappeared into the woods. Faren had stretched lazily, nodded to the humans, and followed him. That had been hours ago and they hadn’t seen either vampire since. At Wesley’s urging, Abigail had crawled into some blankets next to the fire and tried to sleep. It was impossible. She had lain quietly for a few hours before getting up for her shift on watch. Now, she stared at Evan and Bill’s sleeping forms and sighed deeply. She had told Val she would not ask him to bite her, but she had been surprised at how strong the urge had been to give in to his need. She wanted him to bite her, had wanted to feel his teeth sinking into her flesh, as her orgasm rushed through her.
