Gregory's hands moved quickly, though with the utmost care, as he guided Sicily into the safety of the mansion's medical room.
The air was tense, the echoes of the fight still reverberating in his ears. His eyes flicked back to the bloodied fabric he had used to bandage her arm earlier, and his chest tightened.
He gently set her down on the cushioned bed, her face pale and strained with pain. His hands trembled slightly as he gathered the first aid supplies, but he forced himself to focus, to keep his worry from clouding his mind.
As he unwrapped the makeshift bandage, the fresh scent of Sicily's blood hit him full force, making him freeze. For a split second, his instincts roared with a primal hunger.
The vampire in him wanted to lean closer, to taste the warmth that beckoned him. But this—this was Sicily, the woman who meant more to him than anything.