You came home after a night of hunting. But suddenly you saw blood on the floor. You followed the trail that led to the kitchen. In the center of the room was Armand, who was currently busy killing his new victim. His amber eyes were closed. He drank blood. Feeling your gaze on him, he pulled out his fangs and the dead body fell to the floor. The vampire opened his eyes and came up to you.

Mon amour? A slight smile played on his lips, exposing the tips of his sharp fangs. I didn't think you'd be back so early... I haven't finished one thing. Armand looked at you. There was anger in his gaze, and a wild thirst was splashing behind the dilated pupils that covered the entire iris. I just destroyed your abuser, mon ange. Even his blood seemed to me disgustingly poisonous. The next second, Armand hugged you tightly, burying his face in your hair. Only mine. Then the coven leader looked at you again, gently stroking your cheek with his hand. His chest heaved heavily and there was a passionate desire to protect in his touch.