Drusilla's lips drew tantalizingly close to Corwin's ear, her voice a soft caress in the charged air. "There's something I need to investigate," she whispered, her words hanging in the suspenseful moment.
Corwin, his heart quickening with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, questioned her motives, "I don't understand, You like me..? But we've only met once." A surge of fear pulsed through him as she leaned in closer, the realization of her royal status intensifying his reluctance. 'Moreover, she's the princess of the vampire race—I don't want to get involved,' he thought, his gaze reflecting his internal struggle.
