Danica didn't resist when he embraced her; she relaxed back into his grasp. His body was cold, with an underlying strength, like she was being held by iron bands. For some reason, the idea only attracted her more. He was powerful, and that was what she wanted.
Like a wolf showing surrender to its alpha, Danica turned her head to the side, exposing white shoulder and the smooth expanse of her neck; her face pressed against the black silk of his shirt. He smelled foreign, unearthly. This is what Deacon wanted to do, she thought, distantly. To elevate us to where we should be. If Blade hadn't stood in our way..
"It will take time," she said, quietly, hoping that her slight hedging wouldn't be misconstrued. It would take time, to separate those who followed Selene's tenets instead of hers. Time to convince them to ally. "But it will be done."