I want to taste his blood, their blood is heaven, let's capture him.
He possesses more strength than one might assume.
The murmur of seductive voices echoed along the river, their words proving to be an aggravation to Damien. Aurora occupied his thoughts entirely, and everything else became an annoyance.
If this was what the guard had cautioned him about earlier, they were certainly going to add more effort to divert his attention. It amused him how they resorted to the same tactics to entice individuals. However, he had no intention of falling for their ploys.
Who was the girl standing beside him?
Let's consume her and save the man for later!
But why did she have hair as white as those haughty beings?
Damien's muscles tensed at the possibility of harm befalling Aurora. The prospect of tearing heads apart seemed appealing if they dared to overstep their boundaries. And who were they comparing Aurora with? Who were haughty beings that were compared with their mates?
