He knows he's covered in everyone else's scents: Anita, Damian, Richard, Micah. Asher's is lost among many, and Nathaniel hates it. He pushes them into the room closing the door behind him.
"Something... happened," he says, beginning to pace a little. He feels like a caged animal, really, with all his anxiety. "I don't know how it happened, but Anita, Damian, and I were in her kitchen and the ardeur rose. But it wasn't just the ardeur. It was more, Asher, it was bloodlust and beast and sex."
Nathaniel tugs a little at his hair as he looks at Asher, fear shining in damp eyes.
"No one meant for it to happen!" he says, trying to be insistent. "We touched, all three of us, and Jean-Claude and Richard were both feeding and hunting... and something slipped into place..." Nathaniel tries to hold back a sob. "Anita and Damian are four marks bound, and Anita thinks I now have three marks from her... or from Damian... we have no idea. All I know is that I have Damian and Anita and Jean-Claude and Richard in my head!"
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"Something... happened," he says, beginning to pace a little. He feels like a caged animal, really, with all his anxiety. "I don't know how it happened, but Anita, Damian, and I were in her kitchen and the ardeur rose. But it wasn't just the ardeur. It was more, Asher, it was bloodlust and beast and sex."
Nathaniel tugs a little at his hair as he looks at Asher, fear shining in damp eyes.
"No one meant for it to happen!" he says, trying to be insistent. "We touched, all three of us, and Jean-Claude and Richard were both feeding and hunting... and something slipped into place..." Nathaniel tries to hold back a sob. "Anita and Damian are four marks bound, and Anita thinks I now have three marks from her... or from Damian... we have no idea. All I know is that I have Damian and Anita and Jean-Claude and Richard in my head!"