Inside the bathroom, Enzo leaned heavily against the counter, his hands gripping the edge, and his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The dizziness was finally fading, but it was taking longer than usual.
His fangs remained extended, the pointed tip gently pressing against his lower lip, while a faint hint of blood still lingered on his tongue. His lips were stained red, and three empty blood bags lay discarded on the counter beside him.
Just then, the doorknob twisted.
His head shot up instantly, his instincts screaming at him to move and hide, but his body, still adjusting, refused to react fast enough. And besides, he didn't have enough time to pack all that up.
The door creaked open, and Adeline stood there, her fingers gripping the handle, staring at him in stunned silence.
