"But you do," Faith frowned intently, twisting in her seat until she was practically leaning into his lap as she completely ignored the fact she was distracting him from driving. After all, short of him driving into a tree branch into her heart, or decapitating her, she'd survive any crash.
"I thought I was imagining it the first time, but it's still there, still lingering."
She reached for him, one hand gripping his jaw. "It's old but it's there. You drink blood. The senses don't lie. Scent doesn't lie."