From The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House:
Vincent’s jaw twitched and it set him in motion. In one smooth move he was on the other side of the bed, kneeling besides Ben. The tired vampire prudently slid out of the way, leaving the room with the help of one of the humans. He had not slept in two days; he had barely eaten. He needed looking after. Vincent didn’t notice when Ben left. He slipped his arms under Natalia’s knees and back, cradling her drenched body as he picked her up. His jaw was twitching as he carried her out the door. Lilly followed, the small confident smile still highlighting her features.