"Fuck!" Lothaire cussed under his breath with gritted teeth when his eyes met Larisa's standing a few meters away from him. He would have been able to sense her following him with his heightened senses but his burning hunger didn't allow him think properly and as a result, was unaware of her movements until then when he heard loudly, the rapid beating of a heart heavily in fear.
Larisa's body trembled in fear when she saw Lothaire drain the life from the young girl and viciously slashing her throat with no remorse whatsoever, she thought he would drink a bit from the girl and let her go after compelling her but she seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't a kind hearted person and neither did he feel remorse or empathy. She was the only one who gained those things from him, no one else.
