Gabriel followed after Merlin, not at all arguing with this plan. “I don’t think rope is going to cut it so well anymore,” Gabriel had intended just that originally, to then cut the dhampir free at the last moments before the deal went through, when the trap was going to be sprung.
Now he wasn’t so sure about her grip on her own self-control. She was struggling with it already, and he was starting to worry about how this could all go wrong. At first, he’d been more worried about Carla, but now that he saw Esmeralda he had less doubts about her. It was clear she didn’t just think of humans as slaves or food. She saw more in humanity than that. The dhampir hadn’t been wrong.
The dhampir, though…if she starved herself like this, even if it wasn’t in her nature to be ravenous, Gabriel knew she’d become that. ‘And blood will be spilt.’
~***~
Merlin and Gabriel understood, immediately. They didn’t linger and make Evaline’s hunger all the worse, but went to their task. Evaline brought the pillow up again, brought her knees up to her chest, and then rested the pillow on them before bringing her head down to press her face against it.
‘Inhale.’ Nothing but the scent of that pillow and the building. ‘Exhale.’ It was difficult to keep that quiet. She wanted to scream and tear something apart. She supposed that might be good, later, but it also might prove to be terrible. Evaline wanted to assist the rebels in combat, but right then she wasn’t so certain it was a good idea. ‘Patience. Wait and see.’ She told herself, and forced her body to relax.
She did not need to be tensed to spring.
Now he wasn’t so sure about her grip on her own self-control. She was struggling with it already, and he was starting to worry about how this could all go wrong. At first, he’d been more worried about Carla, but now that he saw Esmeralda he had less doubts about her. It was clear she didn’t just think of humans as slaves or food. She saw more in humanity than that. The dhampir hadn’t been wrong.
The dhampir, though…if she starved herself like this, even if it wasn’t in her nature to be ravenous, Gabriel knew she’d become that. ‘And blood will be spilt.’
~***~
Merlin and Gabriel understood, immediately. They didn’t linger and make Evaline’s hunger all the worse, but went to their task. Evaline brought the pillow up again, brought her knees up to her chest, and then rested the pillow on them before bringing her head down to press her face against it.
‘Inhale.’ Nothing but the scent of that pillow and the building. ‘Exhale.’ It was difficult to keep that quiet. She wanted to scream and tear something apart. She supposed that might be good, later, but it also might prove to be terrible. Evaline wanted to assist the rebels in combat, but right then she wasn’t so certain it was a good idea. ‘Patience. Wait and see.’ She told herself, and forced her body to relax.
She did not need to be tensed to spring.