"It's okay," Elena said, her voice low. She caressed his cheeks with her hands while giving him that comforting look.
Instead, he appeared confused like one who had just walked out of the darkness after a long time. He blinked, his eyes resting on her neck now. He could feel her pulse, so strong he left as if the rhythm of her heartbeat was calling on to him. A calling even the greatest of beasts could not defy.
The image of the human whore flashed across his mind, uglier this time. Her corpse was lying on the same bed, her blood already turned cold. Her skin fell from her to create an image of what would be defined as a hag.
His eyes found her face. On the contrary, she was beautiful and alive. No sunken eyes but blue ones that brightened up his mornings. Her presence, he noticed, had significantly changed some of his aspects.
