Hue materialized suddenly in his white sleeping robe, followed closely by the seductive vampire matriarch, still clad in her alluring amethyst silk nightdress. It seemed I had interrupted their intimate moment again.
"Why can't we have a single moment of peace? Daughter, the night is already so short… Oh, tsk tsk… What kind of twisted love game are you playing that ends in such a bloody mess?"
She stared at the blood Lionel had coughed up as if it were a pile of ice cream, but before her fangs could fully extend, she furiously scolded him, "Your Highness, you're wasting my daughter's blood! A single drop of hers is worth more than all that damned pureblood vampire essence in your veins!"
By lineage, Renata was technically Lionel's aunt, but this aunt had no semblance of elder decorum—instead, she treated him like an enemy, leaving Lionel at a loss. "I… cough… Duchess…"
