Lothaire was finding it difficult to tear his eyes away from her neck, he felt the urge to dig his canines into her supple skin and feel the warmth of her blood in his mouth, he subconsciously rolled his tongue over his canines.
"Its time to feed". Lothaire said making Larisa feel uneasy.
" You still haven't explained everything properly". Larisa stated inquisitively, she had a lot of questions to ask. Lothaire pinched between his thick brows frustratingly.
"what do you want to know?" He asked in an uninterested way.
"How old are you? is the king, Luthor? And is Darius your brother?"
"I'm over a thousand years, king Luthor is dead and I'm like Darius's ancestor". He said watching her bewildered expression. Larisa wondered if he would live forever.
" Do you have siblings?" She asked again, making Lothaire wonder ihi she would ever stop with her questions.
"They're dead". He replied with a cold expression.
