"Wait until sunrise," he said, kissing her again. That wasn't long to wait. Sunrise when Drusilla couldn't leave but they could.

He could feel Alice's fear on her skin, against his, and the Hunger moved to soothe it for the moment. As he was, fear did not touch Thomas, and for this moment, sated, his thoughts organized themselves. He wanted to go with her, to make sure Alice made it away, then leave himself, but this wasn't the time, not with a vengeful goddess behind them. He had to return, at least for a while. Distraction.

"Stay with me for a few more hours," he repeated. The shadow of a wicked smile played on his lips. "We'll order room service."