Soren laughs, ’Lylah, actually allowed you to taste her blood?’

　　Lylah sits up, ‘I never allowed the jerk to taste my blood. He decided to rudely help himself to the remnants on my hands after wiping the blood from my wound,’

　　Soren laughs even louder and elbows me, ‘You sly fox. Even you became feral with blood lust and couldn’t help yourself.’

　　‘Well, of course, I couldn’t help myself! I am her blood fl-‘ I close my mouth abruptly before spilling the beans to Lylah. ‘It doesn’t matter now anyway. What matters is making sure, Lylah, under no circumstances, ends up with any injuries, not even a scratch. The smallest...