The distance between them was small and Mina was able to reach a hand out to Jonathan, cold skin pressing up his shirt, lips parting as she approached his throat. The sound of his heart pounded in her ears and she was so close, so very close...
The sky was lightening and it caught her attention. Her hand clenched and bunched the fabric her husband's shirt and she spared a glance at John and Lucy, although she feared it would be too late. She turned to Van Helsing and pleaded with a hoarse voice. "Don't falter. Just hurry." Her eyes already began to squint in preparation of the impending daybreak and she turned her head away. Soon enough, they would be weak enough to strike. Soon it would be all over.