Chapter 141: Welcome To Darkness.
"Convenient," she murmured, her voice was more resigned than bitter.
Perhaps it was better that nature had offered him an escape this time. She had seen the way he fought to control himself even on ordinary days, how his sharp instincts made him hyperaware of her.
If he struggled to maintain his composure then, how would he have fared now, with her blood calling to him so strongly?
Salviana shook her head, brushing the thought aside. He wasn’t here, and she could handle this on her own.
Her first strawberry week in the castle had been draining, but it was almost over. Next time, though, she wouldn’t be so lucky to avoid him.
The corner of her lips lifted into a faint, mischievous smile. Let’s see how you handle it next time, Vamp Lord
Salviana stretched out her limbs, her body aching for rest. Her mind, however, refused to quiet down.
Between Genevieve’s cold hostility, the chaos of the tea meeting, and her lingering thoughts of Alaric, she couldn’t help but feel a growing storm of emotions.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself.
Tomorrow would mark the end of this exhausting week, and maybe—just maybe—things would start to feel a little less overwhelming. For now, all she could do was wait.
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