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.
Jonny was once again a human, albeit one that deserved a beating for dragging a sister as sweet and innocent as Bianca into Talon's grip.
He rose without another look at Jonny and intercepted Bianca on her way back from the nurse's station.
He turned, irritated to see Bianca held by the neck by one of Talon's vamps.
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.
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.
Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.
"Yeah," Bianca said thoughtfully.