Selene stared at his wrist and shook her head. "It is not just what is present in your mind now, Logan, but everything." Taking the arm her offered her she lightly brushed her fingers over the strong pulse she felt under his skin. "The Elders of the Coven would hibernate. Two asleep one awake, each ruling for one hundred years before waking the next. The memories of their rule were passed to the newly woken elder through their blood. A diary of a hundred years written in their blood."
That was not the only thing behind her hesitation. This act may be nothing more then his being a good Samaritan but to her it was rather intimate. Biting him was forbidden. Tasting the blood that gave him life, that flooded through his heart...feeling his warm skin against her lips. Far more men had shared her bed then stained her lips with their blood.
Still she had not let go of his hand. "You do not understand how much it means to me that you would do this." They had no way of knowing if it would do anything at all to help her condition. Yet he wanted to help. "But I can not. It is..." Swallowing hard she did not even make an attempt to lie. He would see right through it. "...intimate. To me, it is." Of course it wasn't to him. He would be forever etched in her mind, his blood would be hers.