“This didn’t happen,” she said in a low warning tone. “The rest of the party is almost gone, including my father who made his retreat after the fight.” Her eyes lowered to my mouth and she leaned forward to capture my lips in hers. I could taste myself on her. “I—” “Tell me you understand,” she growled as she pulled away from me. “This didn’t happen. We came in here and I cleaned your wounds. You and I both had reactions to the blood, but we did not take it further than that.” “I understand,” I echoed.