~Tristan~
The smell of her was different. It was pure and he would love to taint her.
Blood always fascinated him and did not help him that it was the only source of Survival he had apart from Genevieve.
Genevieve who was bleeding profusely and he knew by the heartbeats that she could die within a few moments if he did not stop the bleeding.
His eyes were focused on the bleeding. Blood dripped out of the wound where his teeth once were. The marks of the fangs were going to be there for your well because now his beloved was marked.
Her heartbeat grew more faint than before and by experience Tristan knew that Genevieve's time was near.
"You need—you need to save her!" Merylin's hurried and panickee voice reached his ears but he did not reply. "She will die!"
He knew she wouldn't die. So he did not bother replying to her.