The Hidden Power of a Witch’s Blood (Part Two)

"Then I'm happy," Ashlynn said, closing her eyes and resting her head against Nyrielle's chest. The sound of the vampire's heartbeat in time with the echo of that heartbeat in her own chest had become a powerful talisman of connection in Ashlynn's heart and she reveled in both the sound of her lover's heartbeat and the faint fragrance of lavender soap that clung to her even after such a long and eventful day. 

"You've given me so much. Taught me so much, protected me from my enemies, and helped me to grow stronger. I felt like I hadn't given you anything to be worthy of all that you've done for me."

"With this," she said, opening her eyes and looking up at Nyrielle through eyelashes that held joyous tears. "I feel like I've given you something as priceless as what you've given me."