"Speak to me, Zeenia."
Back in the real world, Zeenia found herself lying flat on her back on something soft.
She took a deep breath, smelled beeswax, the scent of old books, red wine, and the smell of mild sweat. She then realized that this was the aroma of...religion.
She was probably in a church?
Her eyelids felt stuck together, and Zeenia forcefully opened them, to find Sheena's bright eyes peering into hers.
Then the shivering began. Her chin trembled, her teeth chattered as her body temperature dropped.
"s**t," hissed Sheena. Her fangs sank into her own wrist, and she pressed the blood oozing out to Zeenia's lips. She told Theodore that "Zeenia is in shock. She needs warmth and blood."
Theodore stripped off his coat and laid it on top of Zeenia before taking her in his arms an
