It was not the one of her choosing with Tarrin. She ached for him. With only that small healing blood she'd consumed, her body sought his noiselessly, insistently, inextricably... her blood called to his.
She imagined he felt the same, seeking her even now, from the summons of her blood. A melody only Tarrin could hear.
Lucia was not ready for the second blow, a stinging slap meted out by a dancing Con. It rocked her head back and opened her lip, blood welling.
Lucia was a full-blooded warrior Druid female and was accustomed to the defense of herself, expertly trained in the combative arts. She employed those skills now, tracking the tailwind of his strike with her mouth, latching onto Con's hand and tearing off whatever was in her mouth with her battle fangs. For the uninitiated (such as Con, more faction than Druid by far) true Druid vampires had special barbs, secondary fangs that tore, latching their deadliness like wrecking balls with hooks inside wherever they landed.
Con howled as Lucia took the tip of his index finger off and spit it out of her mouth like garbage....