Her train of thoughts was halted by the sound coming from the engine roars with each thrust. When she came to think of it, it’s a miracle, about how they could possibly able to find a way to escape from the chaotic scene and heading to the safest place that Zavie could think of. The grip of her hands tightened around the vampire’s waist, as they take a sharp turn on the stranded alley. The sight of the Crimson’s front door appears across from them and a soft sigh slipped from her lips. Washed by the sense of comfort brought by the familiarity of this very place, she manages to calm down, even for a bit. She swiftly climbs down from the back seat and draped her arm around the other’s hips, to lend some support. Her gaze warily trailed across his abdomen.
“--Hey, I got you. Now, now. Can you walk? Come on, I’ll help you.”
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