Ivy:
Sebastian's trail led us into the deep forest through thicket and bramble. The fruit of the forest hung low, overripe, and rotten. The moon beamed through the trees, the forest animals sang their nightly tune, and the burn beneath my skin never stopped prickling, even with the chill in the air. Damon's blood was now dried on my arm, and it felt like a shot of tequila and an energy drink had gone and had a love child. I was almost high on it.
"Damon." I wonder if my blood on his hand fueled him like his blood had me.
"Yes, princess?"
The way the moon showed through the trees, it showed in the white of his eyes, sparkling like a fountain of stars that had fallen from the sky.
"Your blood makes me…" I paused with wonder. Would he think I was crazy?
"I thought I was losing it, Iv
