Alexei didn't get to feast on his treat.
Elijah, still battling the fatigue left from depleting his spiritual energy, had promptly fallen asleep.
Two different emotions raged inside Alexei.
First was helplessness — the kind that came from only being able to look at Elijah and do nothing to help.
Second was, of course, his own complicated feelings.
On one hand, he really wanted to kiss Elijah, as if that was the only way he could make sure that indeed Elijah was perfectly fine.
Only he knew how scared he was when Elijah had fallen unconscious on him.
Yet he didn't dare disturb him. Even in his sleep, paleness clung to Elijah's face.
That fragility, however, not only failed to invoke any pity. Instead, it gave the sleeping beauty a strangely delicate allure.
The sight was tempting Alexei to reach forward and...
A loud smack echoed in the otherwise silent room.
Disturbed by the noise, Elijah's brows furrowed, and Alexei hastily removed his palm from his bright red forehead.
