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When Ivan was done rinsing the blood from his hand, he found it absurd how they strangely consumed what they literally possessed. Although, taking human blood never did that much effect on him unless it was the blood of a vampire, but somehow, he had managed to control that thirst, and it was all because he had a little lamb to consume his mind, heart, thoughts, and his entire being as a whole. She was the one who had his buttons, and whichever she presses, he would gladly follow.
Stepping out of his bathroom chamber when he was done, Samantha's small worried face came into view as she stopped pacing. When she reached his side to have a good look at his blood-free hands, the wound had healed, no scars, no nothing, it was almost as if she had illusion the injury, and that made her release a sigh that expressed her relief.
