There comes a point when even the sternest control falters. She can feel it when she's riding that edge, everything intensified by the fact she cares for him more than she likes admitting. "Jesse-"

Rebekah squeezes her eyes shut, sure they've darkened and that the skin around them shows pale traces of what she is. She hasn't lost all of her control, focusing on riding this out and on not terrifying him when she's so close to the edge.