A wave of guilt washed over her. She had done it for a reason, to help him, but that didn’t stop her from feeling bad. Taking some time, she moved him to what she hoped was a more comfortable position. The charms that were on the house probably wouldn’t help against a leviathan but she would be quick. Without even moving, she was gone.
And it didn’t take long even though she had had to explain to the store worker she just wanted something, anything, with borax in it for what seemed like an hour. The pizza was easy; she merely walked in, took all the pizzas waiting to be delivered and walked out. No one tried to stop her. Now she just had to wait.
Hours went by. She found it hard not to nod off herself, ending up pacing around the room. When she heard movement from the couch, she turned. “Hey—”
The whispered became louder than a hushed murmur at some point during his sleep, and though the sound oft muted when he would manage to drift off again, they soon became to loud to ignore. Demanding tones riddled with need. Hunger in the form of a hunting wolf–nay–blood streamed down his lips as his teeth sunk into a beating heart. Human teeth. Human hands.
The first thing he heard was his stomach rumble, and he stirred from his sleep. There would be no indication of bruise or ailment. His body healed that almost immediately after the darkness embraced him. The only thing that kept him down was the sheer exhaustion of nearly three days without proper rest.
Her voice cleared some fog of sleep away from his face and he blinked up to lock his gaze to tired one. There was nothing but gratitude in them, something he was almost positive she knew. It was a look he gave her readily when they danced and she changed the music when he completely dismissed a track. “Hey,” he murmured back, inhaling a deep breath to clear the rest of the haze. Eyes then roamed around the room. “I smell pizza.”
