Chapter 119: Will you please stop, Izaak?
"What about the blood from Rubin then?" Izaak suggested to him.
"No. I’ll drink the blood once we arrive at the palace," Magnus asserted. "I won’t die this way," he added with a chuckle.
Alora hit his shoulder, telling him not to take his injury lightly. "When a vampire is heart, the healing takes time." She took out the hairpin from her hair bun. Without fearing, Alora made a cut on the center of her palm using it.
Izaak gulped as he saw the fresh blood pouring out of her hand. His pupils changed color, but he shook his head to keep himself in his senses.
Magnus who was injured, couldn’t hold control of his blood thirst when the blood streamed into her palm, grasped her wrist, and drank directly from her palm. A new energy channeled through his entire body as Alora’s blood filled his veins.
However, this time, Magnus wasn’t completely out of control. He pulled away at the right time and took out the handkerchief from his pocket. He couldn’t either scold Alora for doing this. "Thank you," he whispered and tightly wrapped it around her palm.
"Your Highness, Dylan isn’t with us!" informed Griffin as he suddenly opened the carriage’s door. He saw Magnus was in a much better state and looked at Alora’s hand.
"Was it his plan to get freed like this?" Izaak glanced at his brother.
"Let’s discuss this once we reach the palace. Prince Magnus needs more blood," Alora intervened. Griffin nodded at her and closed the door from the outside again. The carriage moved finally and their journey to Velaris began.