Everything seemed so hazy to Caitlin, her mind confused and sluggish.
Randolf was stalking her now, following her every backward movement with a forward one, bending his head closer toward her throat. She should allow him to feed, shouldn't she? Even if she wasn't Maggie, she was his daughter, and he was so alone and tormented.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his will pushing at hers, his hunger beating at both of them. She didn't want this. What was happening to her that she was standing so still, waiting for him to take her blood, when every cell in her body shrieked at her to ran?
Caitlin! God, love, get away from him. I do not know what he is doing, but you are in danger. Do not let him take your blood.
Zendedari's voice was strong in her mind.
