The air in the room hung thick with an odd tension. David stood frozen, his thoughts swirling like a storm. How could he possibly explain the kiss? It wasn't born of passion but necessity—a means to administer his blood and purge the curse from Elara's body. Yet, the nature of his powers was a secret he couldn't afford to reveal.
Elara's crimson gaze bore into him as if peeling back the layers of his thoughts. Her intensity sent a shiver through David's spine, and he struggled to maintain his composure. Suddenly, her lips curled into a soft chuckle—a sound so disarmingly cute it completely threw him off guard.
David blinked in surprise, utterly taken aback. Salomonis, seated comfortably off to the side, swirled his wine glass, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he savored the unfolding drama.
