Chapter 11

I kept staring at Zen's neck. I can't drink his blood if he's angry like this.

"Claret, I can hear you. Just drink; I am not angry anymore." I just snorted at Zen's words. I know he is still angry, even if he denies it.

But why is it like cheating? He can enter my mind at any time. Why can't I enter his

Instead of biting my fangs at him, I rested my head on his right shoulder while my left hand held his neck.

"I'm sorry, dear prince. I won't think about breaking that mirror again." He still didn't say anything to me. I was already caressing, and he still didn't care.

"Zen, here. Just bite me." I reached out to him with my right hand and placed it on his lips.

"What is that? A peace offering?" he answered coldly. My hand went down on its own. What does this man with fangs want?

"You have fangs too, Claret," he answered quickly.

"What do you want me to do, Zen? I'm already sorry to you. I just said that I might break the glass like the g