This was different.
Quiet.
Soft.
Almost sweet.
Vampire nobles… maybe not all of them were bad?
Limou coiled in on itself more tightly, settling down at last. Time to rest. The last thing the snake saw before closing its eyes was Melchior, once again adjusting the blanket around Sylene—then lying down as well, turned toward him.
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Something hard pressed against Sylene's face.
What is this…?
But—
The scent was nice.
Blood?
Underneath skin and veins, pulsing steadily. Alive. Healthy. Waiting for his fangs to pierce—
Wait.
Why was he thinking like that?
Isn't this Regulus? Why he thought Regulus's blood??
Half-asleep, Sylene rubbed his face against it, expecting soft fur. But instead, he felt firmness beneath his cheek. Solid. Warm. Not fluffy at all.
His brow furrowed. It is uncomfortable...
Slowly, Sylene opened his eyes.
