Oriana regained her composure and straightened her disheveled dress. As she was about to replace her veil, her gaze fell upon the bloodstains on the back of her hand. It was Arlan's blood, and a realization struck her that she had overlooked when she tasted his blood while biting him. In that heated moment of anger, she had paid it no mind, but now...
Her gaze fixated on the bloodstains, and she found herself licking her lips, which still bore traces of his blood. Her heart raced, and an involuntary impulse urged her to bring her hand closer to her mouth to taste the blood again. Just as she was about to succumb to this urge, she stopped abruptly, her mind engulfed in shock.
