It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.
Tina St. JohnYou stayed,โ he murmured... Her softly whispered answer sifted into his hair where her lips rested against the top of his head. โYou didnโt let go.
Tina St. JohnWould I be healed now if you gave me your blood, Nikolai?โ โAre you asking me for it?โ โIf I were, would you give it to me?
Tina St. John