Larson's POV

"How are you holding up, my dear?" My mother's voice came through the passage, startling me.

I grabbed Tamara's shoulders and pushed her back carefully.

She had a trail of blood rolling down her chin that made her look very sexy. I wanted to kiss her so badly, sadly I couldn't. Not until I had handled my mother.

Her eyes were a bright red, and her breath was labored.

She looked dazed, and she smelled crazily addictive because of her arousal.

"Mother, don't ...