Melissa spoke in a gentle tone, stroking Marcos' hair

gently while putting a sad smile on her face

"He used to?"

Marcus whispered, his face turning pale as he lowered

His eyes were fixed on the ground without her

"Close your eyes and sip it quickly, this might help you."

Speak, Adamund puts that cup in Marcus' hands

Without taking his hands off him while watching my trembling hands

smallest

"Marcus, you will die if you don't drink blood and if you lose

Control someone else will die, drink it"

Raven Adamund in a stern tone raises my smaller hand

who holds the cup to put the rim of the...