Rochefort immediately had two blades to his throat, a shadow dagger and a poison blade. Despite the immediate threat to his person, his attention was still focused on the fallen Vampire.
Ruoxi bent to roll the Vampire over, finding his pale face flushed with color, his breathing deep and steady like he was merely fast asleep.
Rochefort's relief seemed strangled in his throat, like he could hardly believe his eyes. "Your precious master is unharmed, merely blood-drunk. He'll sleep it off."
With that, he sped out of the room, moving far too quickly for the eye to track, impossible to follow.
Ruoxi reached out to poke Dulce's cheek with a finger, humor in his eyes. "Blood-drunk, you say..."
A shadowy blade appeared under his jaw then, forcing him to inch backward. He raised his hands in surrender again, mostly unbothered by the weapon at his neck.
"I was merely curious. I didn't know Vampires could get drunk, or sleep." He spoke honestly, rising to his feet.
