I knew that some parents don't give a crap about their children but witnessing it is a different matter.
I should known it from the start although I did since witnessing Alexander's mother's death was ordered by his father.
I can't imagine living with the man who killed his mother. I shuddered just thinking about it.
I watched his face that stopped twisted from his pain, and the wounds on his body slowly healed.
Confusion filled me, "Why aren't you healing as usual?"
His lips quirked upwards. "Because taking a beating from Father takes a while."
I asked, "Would drinking my blood help?"
He sighed as he looked into my eyes, "Yes but you know that."
I removed my robe from my shoulders. "Here, have some."
His face grimaced, slowly rising to meet me. His red eyes fully tent on me, sending a thrill through me.
He reached out his hand to stroke my shoulder while pulling me closer, his body heat burning me inside. Then he sink his teeth into my shoulder.
