Bianca looked from her pale brother lying too still on the hospital bed to the smiling nurse.
Bianca waited until she heard the door click closed and looked across the small bay to make sure her daddy still slept.
Green-eyes stepped between Bianca and Purple-eyes, and Purple-eyes backed towards the window again.
Bianca held her breath and waited, able to feel the tension between them even with her eyes closed until he spoke again.
"I don't know, Bianca," he whispered.
Bianca backed away, heart racing.
They waged a silent battle, and Bianca opened her eyes, praying with everything she was worth that the small woman-- whoever she was-- would win.
Bianca watched her, wanting to scream at her to stay.
Bianca awoke in a cocoon.
Bianca was the epitome of adorable, her dark eyes sparkling and warm, and her sweet glow innocent and fresh.
Bianca gazed at him, pale and stricken.
Bianca was staring at him.
His phone rang again, and he answered, trailing Bianca to an elevator.
Bianca asked, her eyes wide.
Bianca hugged him, and Dusty resisted the urge to pull her away and snap the vamp's neck.
Bianca looked at him, and he ignored the sense she wanted to be alone with her brother.
Bianca drew away from her brother, eyes glazed.
"I am," Bianca said, rising.
Dusty knew the memory of killing in order to be initiated wasn't something even Bianca could take away from him.
He rose without another look at Jonny and intercepted Bianca on her way back from the nurse's station.
The vamp's head exploded with the first shot of his hand cannon, the bullet missing Bianca by a couple inches.
Sofi would chew him out if he gave Bianca to her like she was, and he himself couldn't help but feel somewhat concerned that she'd gone unresponsive.
Bianca sat, fully clothed, at one end of the shower, drenched and shaking.
Bianca sank onto the couch, staring in disbelief.
Bianca put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
"Don't ask me," Bianca said.
"Hi Bianca, I'm Jenn," she said with a quick smile.
Bianca closed the door behind her then tried to open it again.
"I don't know," Bianca admitted after a hesitation.
Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.
"Yeah," Bianca said thoughtfully.
"I can heal," Bianca said.
Bianca asked, surprised the man had feelings.
"I'd be really hard to kill," Bianca said with a ragged laugh.
"I think it would be okay if Dusty killed him," Bianca said.
Just said he was coming back for me after he went away for a couple days, Bianca said with a shrug.
"I like you, Jenn," Bianca murmured.
"Thanks, Jenn," Bianca said.
Bianca shook her head, her hands trembling again at the otherworldly display.
Bianca was asleep on the couch, the cat curled on her back.
"It's been going off for five minutes," Bianca said.
Bianca was warm and sweet, the kind of woman who deserved better than he'd ever have to offer.
"Bianca, I won't touch you," he replied, then added, "unless you want me to."
He wolfed down the sandwich Bianca made him, unable to remember the last time he'd eaten breakfast.
Bianca jumped at the voice and peered out of the kitchen at the man named Darian.
Dusty wrenched the bedroom door open, even angrier to see Darian and Bianca on the couch, talking.
Dusty waited for Bianca to defend him, so he could tear into someone, anyone.
I keep thinking, if I'd been in Miami instead of California, he wouldn't have, Bianca said, looking down.
Bianca was the kind of woman who could heal his soul, if he had time to let her.
Bianca propped her chin on his chest and gazed up at him.
Bianca was the only one of those around him who could cook.
I told Bianca about Jenn.
"For talking to Bianca about Jenn?" he echoed.
I couldn't remember anything until I saw Bianca again and she fixed me in the hospital.
Someone beat on the door across the hall loud enough for Bianca to hear over the TV and sporadic thunder.
Bianca watched him go.
The young woman motioned to the sitting area, and Bianca went, relieved.
Bianca took it and gasped.
Bianca shuddered and followed her into a large bathroom.
Bianca wrapped herself in a towel, cold.