Ethan's POV
I could clearly observe my chalk-like skin with my soul sense.
She trembled as I could see guilt crashing over her like a tidal wave.
"I... I'm so sorry, Brother Ethan." Her voice cracked in a raw voice filled with remorse.
"I lost control. Once your blood touched my tongue, it was as if something took over me. I didn't mean to—"
Her words dissolved into a sob as her body shook with guilt and regret.
The sight of her like this shattered me. I reached out and my hand trembled slightly as I cupped her face and brushed away her tears with my thumb.
"Shh, it's okay, Virelle," I murmured in a soft and steady voice. "I'm fine, love. Just... be a little more careful next time, alright?"
She looked up at me and her eyes glistened with tears, and I couldn't resist the urge to comfort her.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to her cheeks and licked all of her tears before capturing her mouth in a deep and tender kiss.
