Chapter 70. Lev Has a Plan

Lev clenched his fist. His jaw tightened. “Just one sip,” he said.

Henry smiled from ear to ear. “Why is it, brother? Are you afraid that she’s running out of blood? Can’t you control yourself?”

Henry walked to the edge of the stage, turning his back to all the party guests. He turned his back on the vampires, who were enjoying their feast, and the singer, who continued to serenade with her melodious voice. “I know you’re better than them at self-control. Because you are a Deammone. We are the Deammones, Lev. We’re not lowlife vampires like them.”

In one wide step, Henry narrowed the distance between himself and Lev. In his movement, he grabbed Verona’s hair, pulling her to sit while tilting her head, exposing her neck to Lev. “Drink her blood.”

Seeing Henry treat Verona roughly, Lev bared his fangs. “Get your hand out of her.”

The threat didn’t scare Henry, but that didn’t mean Lev couldn’t harm him if he wanted to.

“As you wish,” Henry muttered