• DREVON •
I stormed the corridor, worried to the bones. I was at the doors and pushed them open, stepping into our chamber.
Eloise was on the bed, applying oil to her thighs, when she saw me.
"Drevon?" she questioned, surprised to see me so early. "Is everything okay?"
I should be the one asking that question.
Eloise attempted to stand, but I had already neared the bed.
"Are you alright? I heard you got sick," I said, pulling her into my lap.
I realized she was naked beneath, just wearing a red silk robe. Her skin was soft and smooth against my touch, but I was just checking for temperature.
Her eyes weren't dilated, so I knew she wasn't hungry for blood.
"Tell me how you feel," I asked with begging eyes, ready to find a solution to kill any discomfort she may have.
