Alora refrained from meeting the gaze of the person who had just seized her hand, aware that her gaze could potentially reduce the person to ashes.
"Prince Izaak, I implore you to cease," Tobias urged urgently, fearing Alora would look at him.
"The allure of human blood is not something I can resist," Izaak remarked, his lips moistened by a tantalizing lick.
A powerful blow struck him, eliciting a frightened shriek from Alora. The force of the punch sent him hurtling at least a hundred meters away from her, his body skidding to a stop as his feet dug into the soil.
Finally halting, Izaak found himself ensnared by Magnus, who gripped his collar fiercely, their eyes locking in a primal standoff. Their fangs bared as they both emitted menacing growls, the tension between them was palpable.
