Diana fell silent for a moment. Staring. Just staring. Like a cat focused on a reflection of sunlight. Inside of her chest, though, she felt her blood burning. Vitae forcing its way through her body. The way it did when she needed to heal a wound.

Hurt like hell, but it was a pain she'd learned to ignore.

Very tentatively, she reached out her left hand, the moonlight and carnival lights flashing off of her ring. She stretched out her fingertips toward her favorite patch of skin, that little bit behind his ear.