Raphael was clutching Lillian's neck, where a deep cut wound was instantly healing. She coughed, feeling the lack of air, but the smile did not leave her lips.
- You know it won't kill me, right? – her body crashed into the ground with a bang, leaving an imprint the size of a decent shell crater.
A second later, she was already on her feet, as if it was not a strong push and blow, but a soft touch.
- I have to thank you for my immortality. If it wasn't for your blood, I wouldn't have made it. - She lifted her chin, and there was a hint of laughter in her eyes. – You know, have you ever thought that we would be a good couple with you?
- I'd rather find a way to make you rot in the ground than even imagine you next to me. - He spat to the side in disgust and wiped his lower lip, where Lillian's blood was left, which made him feel sick with its taste and smell.
