Her mind raced at the thought, knowing there was so much more she should know, so many questions to ask before agreeing to something she didn't fully understand the implications of. However, everything else inside her was screaming "yes," wanting to reach out and touch him, to have him hold her again, to be pressed up against him as close as possible and feel his cool skin against hers. In the back of her mind, she knew this could be a part of the vampiric magic she was so curious about, the thrall—but she couldn't scrounge up the wherewithal to fight it, to care. She wanted it. In that moment, she felt like she was made for him too. Her world was turned upside down; she felt like Persephone stuck in the underworld, except she wanted to let Hades keep her.