Natalie woke in the dark hours of the morning to find herself curled up next to Mikhail’s still unconscious body. She shivered and sat up, rubbing her arms. She wasn’t cold, why was she shivering still? She grabbed the blankets and tried to get under them as best she could with Mikhail’s body lying on top, she tried to fold the top blanket over so it covered Mikhail’s body, but gave up only covering half of him.
“Bloody idiot.” She muttered and looked down at his face. He looked peaceful. She c****d her head to the side, admiring him, and winced, her hand going to her neck. “Christ! That stings…”
She got up and went into the bathroom and flicked on the light, looking in the mirror.
“f**k!” She breathed out as she saw the huge bite wound on her neck that was swollen, bruised and torn.
