Draven POV "You don't think she's escalating?" Azazel whispers so low that not even a cat would pick up on that. "I will not make assumptions. I simply cannot know." "You have no idea what it is like for me. I feel like the both of you are climbing a lust mountain and as you get higher and higher you start to transform into beasts. You literally. You know. You get so primal that the true vampire in you comes out. She gets so cruel she becomes an ice queen." he puffs, "How fitting I'm between Ice and fire. Will I melt, will I turn into a popsicle? You tell me, Draven. You tell me." "I thank the skies that you're here to mediate us. I know. We are nothing without you. I'm sorry my love. I know I've been putting you into an absurd position." "You are." "Tomorow afternoon we return home

