Adrian put Ana gently down on to her feet and looked her over.
“You’re bleeding…” He looked over her face and body looking for a wound.
“It’s just a little scratch…that b***h dug at me with her pointy nail.” Ana showed him the drops of congealed blood on the back of her arm. “See, no more than a cat scratch.”
He hissed. “How can it smell like this? That small amount?” He stared at her. “Something is not right here…you shouldn’t smell like this?” His fangs were out and his eyes were dark, the pupils almost taking over the whole iris.
“Smell like what?” Ana asked frowning.
“Your blood…it’s…” Adrian was finding it hard to focus now that he was so close to her. “Go into the bathroom and clean it up!” He said harshly, panting with bloodlust.
Ana stood up and stared at him then turned and
