Lizette fell back, she had never seen Dante like this. Putting the pieces of clues together, she realized who Laina was and how much she meant to Dante. Lizette clutched her hand close to her heart.
She was jealous of this person named 'Laina'. Dante seemed to be so enchanted by her. She was certain she was the one who made the vials for Dante's recovery. That was something she could never compare or live up to.
There aren't many out there who would be willing to drain their own blood to make a potion that would sustain or prolong their lover's life. And to have drained this much blood and gone through so much effort to concoct the potion above all else.
That must be what true love was like.
She was impressed, speechless by Laina's devotion to Dante.
