Chapter 37: She Is The Problem
Santino gave her an assuring smile.
"Be calm, my lady. I know my master very well, and I guarantee you that this little wound will not harm him. He has faced much worse." He stepped out of the room at his last sentence.
Avelina jolted as the door slammed shut. She began to panic, unable to trust the butler’s words.
Draven may be a vampire, but he was still losing a lot of blood. How in the world would he survive this for that long? She fidgeted with her fingers, inwardly blaming herself for what happened.
It was not just Draven’s life that was at stake—hers was at stake as well. If Draven dies, that will be the end of her. Even with him alive, she is still very much in danger. How much more when he dies?
Avelina shook her head, unwilling to think about it anymore. She began to pace back and forth and abruptly halted to look at Draven.
Her heart tightened at the sight of the clothing she wrapped around his belly. It was already drenched in his blood.
She had hoped that the alcohol would stop the bleeding—which it did for a little while, but then it suddenly became rapid again and she could not understand why.
A deep breath fled her nose, and she walked into the bathroom. She fetched a bowl of water and grabbed a towel, then returned to the bedroom and knelt beside the bed.
Avelina dipped the towel into the bowl and squeezed it properly to rinse off the water. She used the towel and began to wipe off the sweat on Draven’s forehead.
Draven, whose eyes were shut due to exhaustion, opened his eyes to look at her.