What she won't say is that it all feels good, in its own way. Placing her life in 44's hands, the woman could do much worse than a few bites, and Fever would accept it under these conditions for the sake of feeling it. But the matched bite sends another throb through her body, making her exhale shaky, heart beginning to pick up in her chest. And though it takes her a second to place what 44 is doing, when she does get it, it settles into her body as a low heat.

Scenting her. There's whatever the Village left on her, with their clothes and their grounds and the day to day. There's the dust of the crypt they have her sleeping in, though it lacks the detachment from time. And then there's her, half-elven and willingly in 44's power, and this situation assuredly arouses her.