I prepare myself for the sting of his fangs once more, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I’m surprised by the weight of his chin on my shoulder. “Are you warming?” He asks—the cruel edge his usual tone carries has lightened. “Yes.” He remains behind me, holding me, relaxed with his chin on my shoulder. I don’t bother telling him that his body offers no warmth. I’m sure he’s aware of that fact.
