Ethemon's body was very hot, or rather, Astarion—being a vampire spawn—was far too cold, like a block of ice. Even wrapped in a blanket, that chill seeped through his skin and into Ethemon.
After being held like this for nearly ten minutes, Astarion stopped trembling. But as if the dark environment made him uneasy, he struggled to get out, his sharp fingernails digging into Ethemon's arm and leaving a few bloody scratches.
Frowning, Ethemon lifted a corner of the blanket draped over Astarion's head. As light entered Astarion's field of vision, the person who had been struggling incessantly instantly went still. He tilted his head as if examining the small patch of scenery exposed before him, and pushed against the arms locked around his chest. They didn't budge. "Ethemon?"
Chapter 28