The next three days were spent in a hotel room and the three of them scarcely made it out of the bed. Lucian's leg was showing drastic improvements, with occasional blood offerings from Emma, and Bel had done something to Emma's shoulder during one of their bouts of crazed lovemaking that made it feel almost completely healed. When Emma questioned him about it, he said he was running on instinct at the time, and not even he knew what he had done. Emma understood that to mean he was drunk on energy and she was probably lucky her arm was still attached. She sighed as Saturday rolled around, the day she had most been dreading. The day to meet her super-religious, fanatical family members.
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The hot water coursed over Emma and she rubbed the swelling of her stomach gently
