The Council could not refute Elias's claim about the Noble Flower. They trusted his word, but also his actions that spoke louder.
No one had ever witnessed a tender expression on his face, like a husband looking at his wife. This man who had always viewed humans as livestock, and vampires as pets, was learning how to love?
Their opinion of Adeline began to gradually shift.
Dorothy was still adamant. "At the least, we should seize advantage of the Golden Rose's presence today," she said. "Just one night with her will grant you immortality. All you have to do is deflower her."
Lydia loved how they spoke about her as if she wasn't in the room. Not. She was practically seething with anger, and her mother would've smacked this old hag. She should've done the same, for they viewed her as a ripe fruit and nothing more.
"Deflower me?" Lydia sharply responded. Did these people not know what kind of dubious woman she was?
