Lost in his mind's aimless wandering, Cain had almost forgotten that he wasn't alone in the dark room. His awareness returned gradually, starting with the subtle warmth radiating from the figure lying beside him and building into a sudden, acute consciousness of Evangeline's presence just inches away.
His heart began to beat faster as the reality of their situation shifted into something that made him much more physically awaren of the intimate position.
There was practically only an empty thought separating them both.
Cain swallowed a gulf of nothing quite heavily.
'These circumstances just keep getting more and more difficult to explain.'
They were both lying on the same bed, close enough that he could hear the soft rhythm of her breathing and catch the faint scent of lavender and... blood? that seemed to cling to her body.
The scent was sickly sweet and reminded him of a certain bloodsucking flower from all the way back.
