"What's wrong?"
Mineah couldn't help but ask her husband as she saw how Nikolai was staring intently at their clasped hands. Fidgeting, she was about to repeat herself when it suddenly dawned on her that he hated human blood.
How could she forget? In fact, she recalled that he hated it so much that he would sometimes puke at even the slightest sight and smell of it.
Cautiously, she asked, "Nauseous?"
Nikolai didn't respond. Instead, he continued just staring at her hand. Taking in his expression, Mineah paled the moment she saw his fangs starting to elongate.
Something was wrong. Why would his fangs appear if he was feeling sick?
Alarmed, Mineah tried to pull her hand out from him, but to no avail.
"Lai, my hand…" she weakly whimpered.
Her wrist was starting to hurt. He was grasping onto her so tightly that she felt like her bones were about to crack if he didn't let go of her hand soon.
