After Harold left, Criselle could no longer contain herself and she went out for a walk in the garden. She paced back and forth, kicking stones when she noticed Theron leaving through the main doors.
Panting with anger, she walked towards him and blocked his way, fuming.
"It was your fault!" She pointed her index finger at Theron's face.
Theron furrowed his brows. It wasn't surprising to see the vampiress throwing a fit, but it was surprising that she was directing her anger at him.
"Why did you have to accept Harold's drink? It was for him! Not for you!"
"Lady Criselle, Harold said he doesn't drink such a strong wine. Besides, I wasn't able to drink it because you took the glass from me."
"Yes, I took the glass from you because it wasn't yours in the first place. You could have refused but you didn't, and that was the problem!"
