Itchy gums

Esme stilled and pursed her lips, thinking back to everyone she met in one night, wondering who exactly he smelt on her. But after flicking her eyes between his, she knew it couldn't possibly be the werewolves she fought in the arena. From what she'd observed so far, she was the only werewolf by his side.

"Esme," Gabriel scraped his fangs on the inside of Esme's wrist, causing her to gasp at the sudden shocks of electricity rippling through her body and bringing her attention back to the vampire.

"I met a lot of people tonight.." She murmured thoughtfully. "There were the werewolves I fought in the arena, and then I met.." Her eyes widened. "I met.."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes subtly; she knew he had an idea of who it was. "I met Davian," She continued. "He said he knew you."