Ariana's lips parted in surprise as she stared at the red liquid rolling down his hand, dripping onto the floor. Her eyes widened as the scent wrapped around her senses. She was sure she had never reacted to blood like this before—she was the kind who hated the sight of it. Normally, her head would spin, but now… it didn't. Her eyes widened even more as Zavren lifted his wrist to his lips and began to drink from it, and while he did that h..his blood-red eyes locked on her.
Her heart skipped, her face warming in an instant. She hadn't expected that. Why was he drinking it now? Was it because she hadn't?
She knew she had to if they were to form a mind link. She knew she had to, especially since she truly wanted to speak with Zavren..maybe even to tell him everything she had been thinking
