Isolde swung her feet out of bed. She felt amazing, all her senses were alive, keen.<br/><br/>"How can you trust me?" Isolde laughed as she shrugged into a satin dressing gown. "You are alive aren't you? You drank the potion. You know I'm a witch, yet you trusted me enough to drink. That potion could have killed you dead but it didn't. I could have allowed you to drink from me last night in my bed. Goddess knows, I wanted you. I want you now. I burn to feel you inside me. To feel your fangs in my veins , to feel you feed on my blood."<br/><br/>Her voice had gone husky with need.<br/><br/>"And being together won't be so bad. You are really pretty good in bed, too."