Third Person's POV
The word 'tonight' rang in her mind like a gong, and feeling his thumb and looking into his deep crimson eyes and his handsome face, Lucy's blush deepened until her cheeks glowed scarlet and her maiden heart fluttered like a young fawn.
Her eyes lowered, and hid the watery shine in them, as her voice emerged in a quiet, almost childlike murmur.
"…Mm. I understand, Ethan."
Her trembling eased slightly, but her grip on his hand lingered as if she feared he might vanish the moment she let go.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Ethan didn't waste another moment and turned toward the blood-red banner where the vampires were supposed to gather.
Contrary to what others might have expected of him if they had known him, he chose not to wander toward the unknown or the openly hostile factions.
Instead, he went where he at least stood a chance of allies in an unknown place or, at the very least, where he had fewer immediate enemies.
