Grace grinned. “Yes. That’s one of the memories I still have. I believe you called it ‘putting a banana in the fruit salad.’ Thank goodness for her sister. When their parents had died, Faith had stepped in and become everything to her.

“You called it ‘bone storming.” Faith laughed, the sound soothing.

Grace kicked her legs. “Immortal sex can’t be that different.”

Faith’s eyebrows rose past her hairline. “Oh, girl, do you have that wrong. It’s…” She shook her head and blew out air, obviously searching for the right words. “A box of dynamite times a thousand. The biting and marking are just part of it, as is the immortality. I totally want you to do this to stay alive with me forever, but you have to understand, hybrids aren’t, well, casual about mating.”

Grace swallowed. “I don’t think it’s casual, either.”

Faith gave a half-shrug as if lost for words. “You’ll be connected in a way I can’t explain. Mates can communicate telepathically, and you become a part of each other.”

“Can you?” Grace asked, perking up.

Faith nodded. “Yes. It’s not easy, but it’s possible.”

“Huh.” Grace hadn’t had a clue. Must be a secret mating issue. “I guess Adare and I never tried. Well, we never really mated.” She couldn’t help but be curious about the changes she’d face. “I’m looking forward to knowing him better. If we live through this.”

Faith reached for a glass of water. “Be careful what you wish for. These guys get a little intense, and you’ve always had a bit of wanderlust. That’ll change.”

Grace smiled. “You’re in love with Ronan, and that makes a difference. I’ll wander all I want.”

Faith lost her amusement. “No, you won’t. Make sure you understand who he is. What he is.”

“He’s a demon-vampire hybrid,” Grace said. “I already know what he is.”

“Grace, you’re from this century. Never forget that he isn’t.” Faith wet her lips and moved to stare out the window at the snow falling softly around the secured cabin. “They seem all tough and unemotional, but when those emotions are tapped, they blow hurricane force.”

Adare barely had emotions. “You’re happy though, right, Faith?”

Faith turned and smiled, her whole face lighting up. “Definitely. Ronan is everything.” Contentment looked good on her.

“I’m glad.” Grace didn’t want to discuss sex any longer. “I never heard the results of today’s blood tests.” No doubt Adare had built lots of antibodies. He was immortal, after all.

Faith turned and busied herself with reorganizing supplies that were already organized.

Grace stopped moving. “Faith?”

Her sister turned around, her lips set in a stubborn line. “I’m sure Adare will be fine.”

Oh, no. Grace slumped against the counter. “There was no change? My cells still killed his?”