Derek sat down on the bed and drew her into his lap, arms secure around her as he pressed his lips against her temple. He felt the same reluctance, wanting to enjoy the moment, the good feelings. "There might be some magical means," he mused. "Vampire blood is supposed to heal injuries, but I don't know how fresh they have to be. There might be some kind of salve, or even a spell." He shrugged. She was staying with him. She chose him. She was having his child. That was what was important. Not a mark.