Roman's face paled as he quickly bent down and touched the blood with his finger. He rubbed it between his fingers, sniffing the scent again.
There was an overwhelming draconian scent wafting out of the blood, the bloodline roaring proudly, but besides that, there was also another faint scent, a sweet alluring scent mixed with the smell of blood.
His nose was not lying to him. She had indeed been here and she was also hurt.
His gaze instantly darkened and he glanced up and down the long corridor. A couple more drops of black blood were visible across the pristine floor of the palace.
Was she hurt? What happened for Sylvia to come all this way?
He didn't realize it but a slight panic spread across his limbs and his mind began jumping to conclusions. More importantly, a certain realization came over him which made him freeze.
Did she overhear everything that was happening in the throne room? Is that why she is already gone?
