Juniper went limp in Armand's arms as his fangs pierced her neck, barely hanging on to him, her eyes closed and her lips parted in a soft, breathy moan. She couldn't imagine how this could be wrong when it felt so wonderful, but then wasn't that always the way of things? What felt the best, tasted the best, sounded the best...it was generally bad for you.

Her thoughts were drug along to what she knew of Edward, and their time together. If she'd realised, she would have been fiercely angry at the invasion of privacy, but at this point, she was merely a vessel.

He was a vampire, a different breed than Armand, and everything she knew about him went straight to Armand without a filter. His family, his abilities, his history. The way he felt about Juniper, the kisses they'd shared, the laughter that had filled the room, the travels they'd made. It was all his.