“Oh, Lord, that is so gross!”
Coming into his sister’s new study room unannounced, Lucian had walked in on Milena drinking from Jeremiah’s neck. His sister licked her lips while the knight, who was on one knee in front of her, turned his head to her, worried.
“Did you have enough, my lady? You can drink more, I’m fine.”
“Master Lucian, you should knock before you come in!” said Olivia, glaring at him.
“I’m fine, Jeremiah, thank you. Go and lie down.”
The knight bowed, but felt a little bit of disappointment, though he did his best to hide it. He left the room, annoyed that the lady’s meal had been cut short. Milena wiped her lips with a tissue.
“You’re up early,” noted Lucian.
“I was thirsty…”
“Don’t we have bottles of blood for that?”
“Well, sometimes I like it fresh. And we
