Ophelia could barely hear his words, uttered ever so low and sweet. Her lashes fluttered and she felt herself drawn to him like moth to a flame. She clutched his muscular arm, reaching up to kiss him, for that was all she could think of. He bent and just as her lips touched his, a rough knock interrupted them.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Ophelia gasped and jumped back, touching her mouth that suddenly felt warm, even though it had been a brief moment. Her face flamed and she swiftly turned to hear his frustrated growl. Killorn threw the doors open and gritted his teeth.
"A-Alpha, the water you ordered?" a servant quickly whispered, bowing her head in obedience.
Despite the ambush happening just moments earlier, the vampires worked quickly to get their appearances tidied up. Heaven forbid they displease a higher-up from their horrid state.
"Make it quick," Killorn snapped.
