Forbidden Kiss

“Why do I see Dan and I together?” Olivia demands. “What the hell is going on? And who the hell is this guy, how did he do that?” She remembers nothing from her nights for days and suddenly with his help she remembers so much: Dan is alive! Or at least, he’s kind of alive. She’s seen him every night this week, every night. Her hand moves to her shoulder and neck, tugging on her collar to run her fingers over the raised marks from him feeding off her like she’s some kind of thing.

“I’m Gwenael,” he says. “My mother was French.” Olivia nods a response and Gwenael continues, this time to Alaric. “I’ll grab a drink, she needs one.”

He walks out, Alaric sitting down on a chair not too far from Olivia’s. She looks puzzled as she realises Alaric’s size compared to the chair.