She's thankful that the pain eases, and she sags against the floor in relief. But just as she's thanking God for small miracles, she realizes they're both naked.

And Damian has fed.

Anita feels the thickness of him against her, hard and insistent.

With Richard but a few feet away.

Fear fills Anita, but it's a different fear from the one she'd felt moments ago. It's fear of moving, of making everything worse... or better, because she can feel her pulse, matched by Damian's, shared. Magic, power coursing through them, bound in the blood Damian drank. The power suffocates her, even as she remembers it vividly the last time she'd bound him to her.