She closed her eyes, thinking she needed to come back because her father would worry, but the slumber quickly dawned on her and pushed her into the darkness. Duncan stayed for a while net to her on the bed. He stroked the mar he left on her neck gently, with his long fingers. His skin looked pale in front of her. So questionable!
"Do you think I should call for a mage to teach her?" he asked the Grave Grim, standing next to the bed, on guard against another episode of blood sucking. "You don't have to be on guard like this; I can control myself. I am not a low-ranked vampire anymore."
"You were never one, Lord Vampire," he blinked. "I am more inclined to believe she will be the one to pull you again. It's in her veins. When she likes someone, she wants to give him her all. Well, I guess it's completely natural since it's human behavior. I have never understood why she was willing to do a lot for such a petty excuse."
