Even after the "evil" vampire king left, Dahlia stood on the spot stunned. She didn't move a muscle, her brain trying to digest what just displayed before her eyes.
It wasn't after her eyes landed on the pile of clothes with the ashes before her that she understood that she almost died. If that evil vampire king hadn't come to her rescue, she would be the one on the floor with a broken neck - except that she would not turn into ashes. She would be as cold as a corpse. Her life snatched from her on a whim.
Damn it, Dahlia was extremely grateful to Romulus. However, she couldn't understand one thing. Why did he come to her rescue? She was an ordinary human yet he killed his own kind for her? What's his motivation? The unknown scared her the more.
