Robert Montgomery POV:
“My blood?” I frown.
Ricky gestures with his hands, an indication of his own nerves. I don’t know what triggered it, but something set her off, and she ended up throwing the poison. She probably still is; there’s a good chance she’s not telling you about it. And from what I’ve managed to figure out, your blood repelled the poison inside her, and now that it’s coming out, she’s going back to normal.”
“What does that mean, normal?” I feel uneasy at the word.
“She’s gaining back her abilities. She’s not going to be weak and fragile for much longer. Her healing has already kick-started. The edges of her fingers were burned today, and they were already healing. Her need for blood is going to increase, and now that she’s tasted yours…” the vet makes a disappointed soun
