"Jocey is probably safe from everyone but Owain," Ashlynn said, clenching her fists as her voice grew cold. "If he grew impatient with the poison's progress and took matters into his own hands…"
"I understand," Nyrielle said, gently placing a slender, alabaster hand on top of Ashlynn's hand. "I'll reach out to Marcel, but at this distance, there are limits, my darling…"
"I know," Ashlynn said, nodding her head at her lover before holding out her other hand with the wrist turned up. "If you need my strength, you can take what you need," she offered.
"It isn't my strength that limits things, my sweet," Nyrielle said, taking Ashlynn's hand and bringing her lover's wrist to her lips, bestowing the lightest of kisses right above the veins that pulsed with the intoxicating lifeblood of a powerful witch. "It is Marcel's ability to respond that truly limits us, and even if I drained you to the last drop, it wouldn't offer any strength to him…"
