It's too much. She can barely hear what he's saying, but the tone of his voice is soothing and she lets him hold onto her tightly.

But the smell --

The alluring scent of him, the copper of blood and the pounding of his heart--


It's the lesser of two evils. Mina sinks sharp, ivory little fangs into her own lip.

Her eyes roll back into her head and briefly she convulses in his arms.