Lance stood still, staring down at the woman lying in bed. Even though the thick blanket covered her up to the chin, he could still see her trembling beneath it. The faint movement made his chest tighten.
Her breathing was shallow and uneven and she looked fragile like glass... Whatever was happening inside her, if it was not controlled then her body might give in and the consequences would remain unknown.
Yet, that wasn't what troubled him the most right now. He knew a temporary way to handle that problem.
What truly bothered him was how she had managed to evade his question about her blood so thoroughly that he hadn't even realised until it was too late.
He didn't know whether she had done it consciously or whether it was some kind of reaction she couldn't control. But the moment she tried to speak of her blood and begun to shake so violently, it seemed she had known what the consequence would be. The fear in her eyes hadn't seemed like an act.
