Every time Raphael gave her his blood, she couldn't help but wonder how anyone could enjoy it at all. Of course, it wasn't something terrible that could make her feel sick, but it couldn't be called pleasant either. Like a tasteless medicine.
- Why do you think I want to do something to my stepmother? Why? - she asked warily after a moment.
- Isn't she the one who ruined your life? Don't you want to get back at her?
- Revenge? Is there a need for this? Father accepted her himself, I can't do anything about it.
- What are you going to do about Lillian killing your mother? - Shock, disbelief, fear and horror mingled in Thea's insane gaze, which was fixed on the smug vampire.
He didn't have a goal to hurt her by revealing this truth, but he knew that the only way he could make her throw out all her strength.
Only anger was initially an effective way to use the forces to the maximum, but it was also more difficult to control them in anger.
