Erin went to bed with a bottled water in one hand, and with an ice pack in the other, pressed to the crook of her arm.
She seemed to have a real interest in medical stuff. With what little I knew about her, I fully expected her to look away while I stitched her up, but she didn’t. She watched intently. She asked questions.
I watched her as she left the living room, and I idly wondered if a role back at Albrecht in the infirmary would be a better fit for her. Something not so...high-stress.
Her bedroom door shut behind her, and then my gaze fell to the rug beneath my feet, and my brow furrowed. My mindset immediately shifted.
Fucking Van.
I went to take a quick shower. I watched Erin’s and the vampires’ blood swirl down the drain, as I replayed the night’s events over and over again i
