There were a few scenes I rewrote due to removing a useless character from the trilogy. The scene just before this was one of them. I’m not fond of rewrites. If I have lived with a scene long enough, it becomes hard not to see it when I read the changed parts.
From Protector of the Grey House:
Ben bowed to her then turned and bowed to Vincent. He left under Vincent’s hard stare, smiling wide. Vincent watched him leave then came into the bedroom to lean against the bedpost. He stared at his human, wondering at her expression. It was unreadable. Or maybe he just didn’t want to guess at her thoughts. She lay in bed, her robe almost open, the comforter hiding her legs. Her hands were folded on her lap. Her posture suggested a child waiting for a teacher’s attention; her expression was all woman: defiant, deadly, beautiful and confident.
“Will you stand there all day, or will you join me in bed?” Her voice was clear and crisp.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were under the control of my blood?”
“Would it have made a difference?”
“Your mind was not your own.”
She frowned. “You knew my mind was already overworked from having to deal with…” She looked around and wondered who was in the security room. “That other problem. I was also under nourished for three days and the blood and fluids the hospital gave me didn’t quite make me ready for you and Joseph to feed off me. One more event shouldn’t have made a difference.”