Vincent suddenly realized that Dorothy's face was pale. Her bright blonde hair was wet with lake water, clinging to her face listlessly. Her rosy lips were now bloodless, as pale as a vampire's. His eyes stung as if pricked by needles. He swayed and stepped aside. Mike snorted, scooped Dorothy up in his arms, and strode away.
Mike carried Dorothy to the car, found a clean towel in the trunk, and handed it to her. "Dry yourself, be careful not to catch a cold."
Dorothy didn't speak but took the towel and dried her hair. Mike looked at her dazed expression and sighed. "What's going on between you and Vincent?"
Dorothy paused and shook her head. "Nothing." She didn't want Mike to worry. Besides, her relationship with Vincent was just an agreement. Now that she had calmed down, she felt the
