It was the final test of the city guardian entry exam.
Vince woke up with Fiona in his room. Raine had left last night, saying she had work to do, and if possible, she would rest in the next room.
He felt so much better now that he had rested, much lighter.
"Although I admire your foolishness that led you to pass the Blood Trial, I still think you shouldn't have pierced your left chest instead of your right. You've studied many materials back at Lady Raine's manor, and you must be aware that it's not easy to repair a damaged demon's heart, Master Vince," the cat nagged him, eating atop the table.
Vince had just woken up, and it was the first sight he laid eyes on: a table full of food and Fiona on top of it, eating with her fork and knife, a clean white napkin on her chest. The morning sunlight peeked through the drapes.
