She was probably going to leave this out when she told Cynthia, later; Katya, on the other hand, might be interested to know what her blood might do. Those thoughts in mind, she rolled her eyes - blue, human-seeming, the glamour back - and laced her fingers through his when she took his hand to slide back in with him.
"Maybe a little," she conceded, giving him a shove so he was lying where she'd bled on the bed and not her.
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"Maybe a little," she conceded, giving him a shove so he was lying where she'd bled on the bed and not her.