Alora thanked Magnus for making her meet her parents. "Also, I apologize for the morning. I had no idea His Highness would stay upset with me because I didn't stop him."
"Who said I was upset with you?" Magnus looked at the bite spot on her neck. His fingers traced them before walking ahead of her.
"I have to go outside tomorrow for work. I'll return late," Magnus replied.
"How late?" Alora inquired as she walked behind him.
"Probably the night," Magnus answered.
"Oh."
They both were in the bedchamber, where Magnus settled on the mattress. "I want to clear a few things for you," he said. "Sit here," he offered while gesturing to the place next to him.
Alora did what she was told. Magnus placed his arm around her shoulder, and began, "If you make me drink your blood, I'm not going to sleep with you, hug you, and share my thoughts with you. In short, your definition of love won't be fulfilled."
