"Then let me fix your face for you so I can make amends for past actions," he answered carefully, keeping his emotions well hidden.
She smiled and then winced as her cheek stretched. "I'd like that very much, Mac, 'cos it hurts like a b***h trying to smile with half a wine glass imbedded in your cheek." She allowed him to escort her up a flight of stairs.
"Which room is yours?" he asked when they reached the second floor.
"Guess."
Mac closed his eyes and counted to ten. The scent of her blood was slowly driving him out of his mind. He didn't have time to waste playing guessing games with her, but he could tell she was enjoying herself and wouldn't divulge the information voluntarily.
He looked at the doors ahead of them, trying to work out if she would choose the room with direct acce
