Gabriel was across the room with Turner, and from the smell of things, changing the blood in his IV. Arianna lightly touched the surface beneath her head. She was lying on something warm and possibly human. From the feel of it, it wasn’t Andrew. Andrew’s strength was in his broad shoulders, this person’s strength was in his core. Arianna felt a defined six-pack. She lifted her head slightly but kept her eyes closed as she examined the world around her with her senses. Instantly it came to her; this was Devin, and she’d attacked him yesterday. Arianna’s eyes snapped open to gaze at Devin lying in the bed beside her. Gabriel shuffled back to his seat, not nosily, but not his usual silent self either. He was making sure Arianna knew he was there so as not to scare her when she opened her eyes. ‘What did I do?’ Arianna asked Gabriel, looking across the room to him. Several empty packs of blood were beside the sleeping Turner. More bags were by the fireplace, waiting for a fire to be lit.
