The vampire's grip on Ruelle's hair was firm, as if she were an object he refused to give up.
"Why are you testing my patience?" the vampiress demanded, her brows knitting in irritation. "Did I not tell you to drink from her after I am finished?"
Bowen let out a dry, mocking laugh before asking, "Have you grown dull overnight? Though I suppose considering you chose to spend the night with that old minister, it wouldn't be surprising."
Alanna turned utterly red at her peers' words and she spat, "I did not spend the night with the minister!"
"No need to be ashamed about it. We all have peculiar preferences," Bowen continued taunting her, and during this, Ruelle flinched when the vampire tugged sharply on her hair, pain shooting through the back of her head.
"Careful there. The minister may have been foolish enough to try his luck with me, but you are not important enough to survive the same mistake," Alanna warned with her eyes turning icy.
