Maybe the human didn't sense Byron's presence or the shadow that appeared with them, but Alaïa certainly did. Her own senses were much sharper than the girl's – she could smell the signature scent of her sire, hear his breathing. Her lips curled in a pleased little smile, but she didn't lift her head until he spoke.
When she did, the girl's glazed eyes opened, and she looked at Byron with a little confusion. "A gift, of course," Alaïa purred sweetly, lifting a hand to run it affectionately down the curve of the human's nose. "Isn't she so pretty? Such beautiful blue eyes. Not the same as yours – robin's egg, I think."