Lord Alexander looked unbothered and so did Damien who only stared at the Lady who had complained about him having not written back to her after her letter. He didn't even know which letter she was speaking of as he was popular, it was hard to keep track of the letters he received.
"What night are you talking about?" Damien tilted his head, his face void, "There are so many nights we spent together," Both Elliot and Sylvia looked alarmed hearing this. Was the pureblooded vampire digging his own grave voluntarily?
Hearing this, Lady Helen blushed profusely, "Ah, that…" she tried to contain down her blush which didn't stop from showing up on her face, "The night when it was…"
