Jules Surprises Harry

Havermouth, Present Time

It was a relief to get the blood off both of them, to feel the warm water wash away the sweat and stink of stress and fear that had been clinging to their skin, but Harry did not linger in the shower as they would have liked to do, feeling Jules begin to sway as they finished rinsing off his hair. Their mate was exhausted and shaking with shock.

They lifted Jules from the shower cubicle onto the mat and wrapped a towel carefully around him before tending to themself. As they quickly rubbed themselves dry and bound their hair back into the damp towel to absorb the water, they watched Jules.

Jules’ lips shook, his teeth chattering, but his focus was on scrutinizing his hand. He sucked in a wet sob of a breath as his efforts to move his fingers pained him. The expression gave Harry a glimpse of their mate’s elongated canines and pre-molars, and that little sign that the vampirism had taken gave them a feeling of pride and accomplishment. They had turned Jules. Pe