"Yeah," Isabel agreed quietly. She arrived here because she was supposed to be the only hope for Antar. Well, her and Michael and Max and Tess. They had been sent here to preserve the royal four after Kivar's hostile takeover of the planet. It still freaked her out sometimes to think about how close she had come to following Kivar back to Antar after everything he had done to her and her family.
But screw it. She wasn't really Vilandra anyway. She was her clone, an alien human hybrid. She was Isabel Evans, of Earth. Vilandra of Antar was dead. "It's still standing. I just have no interest in going back." Even now. Even with the zombies. She wasn't going back to a planet to be Kivar's love slave and watch him kill her brother so Max wouldn't challenge his throne. No thank you.
She was distracted from her thoughts of Antar by Ezra explaining what being bitten by a vampire was like. Just him talking about it caused a flush to creep up into her cheeks. It wasn't like Isabel was some virgin or anything. She had been married for God's sake and she and Jesse had done all kinds of things in the bedroom. It was just hearing something like that described by a stranger that made her so uncomfortable.
"So you're telling me it doesn't hurt when you get bitten?" Isabel asked. "It just feels... good." That didn't seem right to her. They were essentially stabbing someone with their teeth. Stabbing hurt. Isabel had never been stabbed exactly but she imagined it hurt. She knew getting shot hurt like a bitch. She could see the similarities between that and sex though. The neck was a very intimate area and they were talking penetration.