Theodore stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around his waist. A mind filled with the woman he loved, he continued to fret over Zeenia. He continued to worry over how he was going to make, what he had done up to her.
Sheena had told him Zeenia had fed, and was in a better frame of mind, and that small positive step had lifted his spirits.
Picking up a hand towel to rub his hair, he stopped dead. His world blinked out. Then blinked on again. With a heart-broken bellow, his Vampire leaped. The sensation of absolute terror gripped his heart. In his mind, the impression of Zeenia screaming her lungs out flashed for a moment, and then it was gone, replaced now by only darkness.
No, no, no. Theodore ran through the door, sprinting through the sitting room and into her bedroom, running
