How did they always end up this way?
Vicki found herself, once again, sprawled atop a smirking Tudor prince.
Hand to hand combat with the Groakar had found her a bit bruised, exhausted, and if it hadn't been for Henry's quick reflexes, falling off a very tall building.
Not a bad end to a fight, she absently noted, enjoying her vampire's embrace.
She distantly heard Henry's voice ask if she was okay. His grin widened when she didn't answer. Snapping back to the present, Vicki stuttered out an affirmative and scrambled to her feet, looking anywhere but at the very attractive man lying on the rooftop.
She was praying that if she didn't turn around, he would not notice the redness in her cheeks.
By his silken laughter, she knew that he had.