Chapter 34

Darius’s POV

A week, a full week, since I had tasted the girl’s lips, yet the reason why I did it eluded me. Instead, much too often, I found my thoughts wandering to the image of the dark-skinned beauty. To thoughts of how addictive her lips tasted and her damn scent.

In an attempt to regain my self-control, I avoided contact with the girl. Each time I saw her, there was always something to notice. Things I seemed blind to before.

I’ve lived long enough to see abundant beauties. Vampire women with strong sexual appeal, beautiful women. Yet here I was, lusting after a mere human girl.

I snapped back to the reality in front of me: the burial of elites.

As usual, my assassin delivered the hit with a token of a souvenir. Two of my uncles, who were part of the council of advisors, lay dead in their coffins. Unfortunately, one of them was used to sharing his blood bag with his wife, and so she, too, had suffered the same fate.

For the first time