"Mostly," Kath'tan sighed, sitting at the edge of his bed. "Zazrel believes I managed to kill the Shadow assassin he sent after me, and now that my… Lady Valrena had decided to claim me for whatever reason, he'll likely toss me out to her."
Despite saying this, Kath'tan didn't look relieved, if anything, his expression grew grave. Purple eyes gazing intently at Dulce.
"That isn't as dire as I thought. If it is only for a few days, it is tolerable." The Vampire said mildly.
"You look pale," Kath'tan said abruptly.
Dulce patted his face, "I always look like this. I just drank from you in Aysel."
The Vampire's excuses didn't surprise him, Dulce only remembered he was a Vampire who sustained on blood when it was time for the shameless Incubus to eat. He truly always did look like that, the color draining out of his skin after he fed Ruoxi.
