Micah felt anxious. His brows furrowed and eyes darting as he contemplated the weight of Caius's orders; if Caius had not commanded him to clear the vampire realm of lurking rebels right now, he would definitely have gone to rescue Vera without a second thought. Caius's command felt like a shackle around his nonexistent heart, especially when every fiber of his being urged him to rush to Vera's side and rescue her without a moment's hesitation.
This time, Micah was inevitably affected by emotion, a shadow of disappointment casting gloom over his thoughts. Yet, he buried these feelings deep within, knowing that voicing such sentiments would only invite trouble.
…
Venera lived a happy life among the alien race. She could essentially get everything she wanted with just a word.
"Do the people of the alien race treat foreigners so well?" Venera could not help but mutter to herself in thought. "I would have come here earlier if I had known about this."
