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He shouldn't be surprised by Orvar, but he was. Vampires were still news to him, though apparently they'd been lurking around for a long fucking time — Orvar had said he was a little over six centuries old, but that the woman who'd turned him into a creature that drank blood and had to get werewolves to pull curtains for him, was easily twice that.
Rita had warmed to Orvar at their first meeting, when the vampire had stalked them to their hotel after she'd started asking questions about the rogue group he led. Leon tried to follow her lead, but every time he moved so fast he couldn't track it with his eyes, drank blood from a wine glass, or stared at him without breathing or blinking, he forgot that beneath the creepy exterior, Orvar was a man who dropped everything to help Rita when she needed it.
He deposited the glass back on the table once Rita had finished and then eased himself into the position he'd been when she'd first regained consciousness; curled up on his side facing her. He'd felt like a heel when she'd cried out in pain because she'd tried to sit up, wished he'd been quicker to go to her instead of making her think she needed to come to him, but it was over: she had the medicine in her now and soon she'd feel some relief. His face was close enough he could feel the warmth of her breath, and he brought the arm that wasn't pillowed under his head up between them and recaptured one of her hands in his. He ran his thumb over each of her knuckles, back and forth, as he looked at her.
"Slept some earlier. I'll sleep again when you do." Food, on the other hand, wasn't something he'd had much of. "Think I had some beef jerky yesterday," he said after he searched his memory. "Pretty good. Little tough, though." He smiled and brought her hand up to nudge his nose against the back, then pressed his lips against the same spot. "I'll get some food later, too. Don't worry. Not gonna starve to death between now and then."
He took a breath, then continued tackling her last question: "And everyone's fine. Becca's exhausted after she… Did you know she can pull bullets out and heal people with her mind? Me either, but she can. She did." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Saved your life. Nate, too. Like I said, he drove straight here without a break so Becca and I could sit with you in the back. Don't know what I— what we would've done without them."
Rita had warmed to Orvar at their first meeting, when the vampire had stalked them to their hotel after she'd started asking questions about the rogue group he led. Leon tried to follow her lead, but every time he moved so fast he couldn't track it with his eyes, drank blood from a wine glass, or stared at him without breathing or blinking, he forgot that beneath the creepy exterior, Orvar was a man who dropped everything to help Rita when she needed it.
He deposited the glass back on the table once Rita had finished and then eased himself into the position he'd been when she'd first regained consciousness; curled up on his side facing her. He'd felt like a heel when she'd cried out in pain because she'd tried to sit up, wished he'd been quicker to go to her instead of making her think she needed to come to him, but it was over: she had the medicine in her now and soon she'd feel some relief. His face was close enough he could feel the warmth of her breath, and he brought the arm that wasn't pillowed under his head up between them and recaptured one of her hands in his. He ran his thumb over each of her knuckles, back and forth, as he looked at her.
"Slept some earlier. I'll sleep again when you do." Food, on the other hand, wasn't something he'd had much of. "Think I had some beef jerky yesterday," he said after he searched his memory. "Pretty good. Little tough, though." He smiled and brought her hand up to nudge his nose against the back, then pressed his lips against the same spot. "I'll get some food later, too. Don't worry. Not gonna starve to death between now and then."
He took a breath, then continued tackling her last question: "And everyone's fine. Becca's exhausted after she… Did you know she can pull bullets out and heal people with her mind? Me either, but she can. She did." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Saved your life. Nate, too. Like I said, he drove straight here without a break so Becca and I could sit with you in the back. Don't know what I— what we would've done without them."
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