[Vladimir's POV]
His back was not going to heal anytime soon. He watched Celia make a paste of the remaining oil. He remembered that the first time he met her was when she had touched the Heart's Bane and reeled back like it had burnt her.
His thoughts went back to the time when Celia came running to him and hugged him. His charms were working no doubt, but why did this trouble him? Why did he feel something possessive inside him settle when Celia verbally expressed her refusal to go with Lucian?
Celia had pulled away from him when she had calmed down, her face a mixture of embarrassment and shyness.
Thankfully, he got some time to compose himself as she had left to freshen up and have dinner, while he drank some animal blood. Artemis had then aired out the room to get rid of the smell.
"Young Master has left the premises in rage," he had reported grimly.
