“I missed you too Summer. I swear I came t’ you as soon as I could. I didn’t even bother t’ hunt. I wouldn’t even dream about putting an end t’ us. T’ be honest, the thought of you reinforced my will t’ not give in t’ Xander.” Victor held her tighter. “The weather wasn’t my fault though an’ definitely not planned, love. You can be mad, distraught or whichever but I’ll always make my way back t’ you so long as you let me.”
His grip was starting to hurt, but she didn’t care. He was real, he was there, so she held on tighter. Maybe later, maybe tomorrow she would yell at him; the backlash of six months of absence would spill over into their relationship — whatever that was.
Into his shoulder, she muttered, “Can I kill him? I’m tired of this.”
Victor eased his grip on her a little, not wanting to crush her. He knew he was far from forgiven and everything was far from over. He expected nothing else. “I could try t’ kill him, I jus’ wouldn’t be able t’ count on my vampiric strength. If you want t’ give it a shot then go ahead, love.”
“You’re sure he’s not going to unexpectedly turn up on my doorstep tonight?” Summer pulled back enough to look up into his eyes. “I could really wish that whole ‘invitation-only’ mythology were true.” She led her head fall back enough to thunk on the wall gently, briefly, before pushing herself away from it. “I found you some clothes. You should probably sleep.”