Abruptly, he was on his feet and in front of her and, yet again, she wondered just how fast vampires could move if they put their mind to it. Could probably take gold medals in every sport.
“M’okay,” she muttered, continuing on her way to the chair, only for him to grab her arms and gently steer her around in a circle. Mentally, she protested, but somehow, the rest of her body refused to comply.
All at once, she was aware that her tea had been stolen and her feet were somehow a couple of feet off the ground, not to mention how close Herbert’s face suddenly was to hers.
“Pumme down,” she protested.
“At once,” Herbert’s voice was brisk and he deposited her gently back into her bed, tucking the sheets then blankets over her body. Settling her against the pillows, he retrieved her tea from the table and placed it in her hands, before stalking across the room to stoke the fire.
Rubbing her face, Dawn squinted at him. “What are you doing in here anyway?” she inquired, vaguely remembering that she should be yelling at him.
“Officially, I’m here to kill you,” Herbert replied over his shoulder, once the fire flared up. He turned and approached the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. “But I suspect you will be sour.”
“Ass,” Dawn mumbled, sipping her tea.
“Yes, I have one of those as well,” he replied conversationally, tilting his head to study her thoughtfully. “I expect this is because you decided it would be a good idea to go wandering outside in the rain.”
Despite the feverish flush in her cheeks, she somehow managed to go an even deeper shade of red. “Wasn’t exactly my idea,” she muttered over the cup, coils of steam tracing across her face.
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“M’okay,” she muttered, continuing on her way to the chair, only for him to grab her arms and gently steer her around in a circle. Mentally, she protested, but somehow, the rest of her body refused to comply.
All at once, she was aware that her tea had been stolen and her feet were somehow a couple of feet off the ground, not to mention how close Herbert’s face suddenly was to hers.
“Pumme down,” she protested.
“At once,” Herbert’s voice was brisk and he deposited her gently back into her bed, tucking the sheets then blankets over her body. Settling her against the pillows, he retrieved her tea from the table and placed it in her hands, before stalking across the room to stoke the fire.
Rubbing her face, Dawn squinted at him. “What are you doing in here anyway?” she inquired, vaguely remembering that she should be yelling at him.
“Officially, I’m here to kill you,” Herbert replied over his shoulder, once the fire flared up. He turned and approached the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. “But I suspect you will be sour.”
“Ass,” Dawn mumbled, sipping her tea.
“Yes, I have one of those as well,” he replied conversationally, tilting his head to study her thoughtfully. “I expect this is because you decided it would be a good idea to go wandering outside in the rain.”
Despite the feverish flush in her cheeks, she somehow managed to go an even deeper shade of red. “Wasn’t exactly my idea,” she muttered over the cup, coils of steam tracing across her face.