What was that phrase Henry had seen someone online using? Yes, his brain was breaking. Gabriella was standing in front of him, still clad in a disheveled version of her "geisha" costume, looking at him the way a lioness would look at her prey. There was something feral and ravenous in that expression, but Henry couldn't bring himself to look away. She was beautiful, inescapably so, and he could feel the heat of her intent, concentrated solely on him.
"Gabby...?" he whispered, confused. It was then, as her pink tongue slid across dark red lips, that he saw the fangs. Glinting white, they were unmistakable and horrifying. He'd last seen Gabriella sitting with his son as Henry had been rushing to meet a tide of monsters. Henry had been relieved to see it, knowing Henry Fitzroy would have the power to keep Gabriella safe.
It seemed she had needed to be kept safe from his son, instead.
She had disarmed him. The hunger in Gabriella's gaze told him that she was about to end his days. Henry braced for the pain as Gabriella folded him into her arms.
Instead, she began to writhe against him, closing her mouth over his. The nearness of her, the pure desire she inspired would not be denied, and Henry found himself kissing her back. He knew it wasn't his Gabby, knew by all rights he should destroy the vampire she'd become... but God, she felt so good.