"There is only one person I want in my bed, Vasilija, and I ignored that desire out of concern I might find myself hurt the morning. Now that she's in front of me-.. The regret of never knowing the feeling of her skin under my lips would hurt far worse than any blade shoved into my ribs."
It was perhaps the most poetic thing anyone had ever said to her. Well, poetic and genuine. Gemina's open honesty could be easily taken advantage of, turned and twisted as if it were the brutal cutting edge of a knife. The siren had no interest in this. Stirred by a curiosity matched by an equal burning flame of desire, Vasilija's pretty mouth inched itself into a satisfied smirk.
"I'll believe it when you show me." It was at once a tease, a test, as it was an open invitation. She closed the distance that separated them, leaning her face in just inches from Mina's mouth where that peek of vicious fangs could be seen. "I would hate for you to suffer."