**Elizabeth's POV**

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Louis, the vampire king, didn't reply to me. His gaze sized me up from head to toe, then his eyes fell on my bleeding wrist.

I could be sure his gaze was filled with greed and desire for blood.

I hurriedly pressed down firmly on the bleeding hole in my wrist, hoping to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, and put my hands behind my back.

"Why does your blood taste so..." asked King Louis, halfway through the question, suddenly changing his tone stiffly, "...weird?"

"Didn't you say that werewolf blood stinks? Why have you drunk so much of my blood?"

"Are you questioning me?" King...