The memory of Tom, sinking his fangs into her breast, surfaced, making her feel a painful twinge in her stomach, which had nothing to do with hunger. Yes, she remembered very well, but she had attributed it to her feelings for Tom, not to his vampiric abilities to make it enjoyable.
She looked at Gina who, lying with a drip in her arm, appeared to be sleeping better.
“I suppose you're right. Knowing her, it was this that got her into trouble.”
“As it happens to many humans,” Doc agreed, hugging and leading her upstairs. “She’s not the first and she won't be the last. You can't save everyone, I learned it the hard way, a long time ago. Yet, Gina has us and we'll help her overcome the trauma. The rest will depend on her.”
Doc led her to the kitchen, made her seat, then he started cooking
