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tched on her skin, let alone felt the stab of a knife. But now she was

a grimace. Her hand gripped his shoulder, clinging to it just to

blood vessels, Vlador pulled the fangs off and began s

angs no longer blocked Triana's open wounds, yet th

it seemed to only last for a few seconds. Unfortunately, Triana was relieved too soon. A

pain returned in a rhythm that seeme

s that didn't feel as hard as before, but she wouldn't dwell on that n

er body. She hadn't expected a human-no, a vampire-to suck blood this vigorous

sified, and her strength quickly drained away. A cold sensation slowly spread d

med with the little s

ten, Triana glanced at her guard

tated. The guards lit their torch

ever liked fire. Most were even afraid of it. But the vampire named Vlador seemed

kill him. He was like a lion that had successf

ck Vlador's back. Although his body was nothing but a skeleton covered in skin and an old tunic, he

en she moved her weak hand to try to free herself

pire hadn't drunk his potion yet. His death wo

s kicked Vlador's back as hard as he could. And unexpected

who was wiping the remaining blood from his lips. Now, he could smile

ittle flesh beneath its skin. He was sti

rward. "I appreciate your efforts. Never have I seen someone so desperate as

s a new source of energy that enabled Triana to rise. Without further ado, she discarded

fingers before examining it right in front o

it fell off. Then, without taking a breath or showing any hin

her. She was still sitting on the floor with her

ood, was painful, but her concern and curiosity about what

ilent with the empty bottle in his hand, waiting for t

soon be writhing in agony? Would his body dry up even wor

rly killed her, but she had witnessed firsthand that va

blood that it nearly killed her. At least she had truly made him

d entire body glowed green, causing her to stare wide-eyed at her hands. Then, within five seco

must have worke

e her. When she lifted her face to find the source of the noise, the smile o