Snippet #1365352

"Not tomorrow," he whispered with a sigh. Ducking into a utility stairwell, Daen pulled Zmey close, his body warm and solid even as it was invisible.

A second later however there was a small ripple in the space in front of her and, as if from the shadows, Daen's shoulder and neck materialized, his cowled cloak and his collar pulled down to reveal a scarred, slightly dirty neck, laid bare to Zmey's gaze.

"Don't you dare turn me, Zmey. Just feed as you need."

His voice sounded nervous and the muscles in his neck were tensed. His face was still unseen though, probably to hide to hesitation and fear in his eyes. It wasn't often he offered something like this, but then, it wasn't often he had a friend to offer it to.