Lucius beamed with satisfaction as he gazed at Henrik. "Well then, Henrik, what do you think?" he inquired with a touch of anticipation.
Henrik's smile was genuine as he observed the nobles relishing the taste of the blood cocktail. "Impressive," he admitted. "I had no idea a synthetic version of blood could be concocted." His eyes scanned the exclusive underground bar owned by Lucius—a private sanctuary accessible only by invitation. Vampires under a century old were forbidden, ensuring the utmost exclusivity for the privileged few who could savor the unique things that the bar had to offer. Apparently, Lucius had just allowed his patrons to drink the cocktail and they had been enjoying it.
