Chapter 382: The Perfect Woman 3
Under the night sky, illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns, the vampire town buzzed with life as the festivities reached their peak.
Music filled the air, and couples twirled gracefully across the cobblestone streets, their laughter intermingling with the lively melody.
Selvina stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes absorbing the vibrant scene. The joyous atmosphere only heightened her sense of solitude, as almost everyone around her was paired off. A pang of loneliness tugged at her heart, making her feel oddly out of place.
"I think it’s time to head back. I’ve been out since noon," she murmured softly to herself, turning to slip away from the festivities.
But as she turned, she nearly collided with someone who had appeared before her as if out of thin air.
Startled, Selvina’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see Griffin standing there, his presence as imposing as ever.
Instinctively, she lowered her gaze, unsure of how to react. She hesitated, trying to step past him, but Griffin’s hand shot out, gently catching her wrist and stopping her in her tracks.
Their eyes locked, and the air between them thickened with unspoken tension. "I want to hear the answer from you, not from Princess Alora," Griffin said, his voice low and unwavering.
Selvina’s eyes widened in surprise, confusion flickering across her delicate features. "I—I thought I had made myself clear," she stammered, attempting to pull her hand free. But Griffin’s grip, though gentle, was firm, refusing to let her go.