In the health ward of the packhouse, Gina laid there, hugging herself and curling up. The biting from that bastard of a vampire had been so painful, and she shuddered upon the memory of it. The poor woman sniffled and cried into her hands, finally able to break down now that she didn’t need to put on a brave face. She forgot, however, that her emotions were surging through the bond. Suddenly, she felt his presence. She tensed, looking up into the eyes of Zaros, who was looming over her in ...