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The blonde pursed her lips as she thought over the Count’s answer, and slowly her expression softened, especially when her hand was taken. She didn’t necessarily believe him, but she couldn’t bare herself to be mad at him. It was nearly impossible. How weak she must have become, to have strayed so far from her mission, but that was a sacrifice Eli was more than willing to make. If only to further indulge in her selfishness, to spend all her time with Krory. For a chance at love.

“No, I’m not mad,” she answered quietly, easily lacing their fingers together as she gave his hand a soft squeeze. Eliade loved how her hand simply fit within his, how her entire body fit against his. Like two puzzle pieces made for each other. Yet she knew the dangers that lurked, but she didn’t care. Her love for him made her blind, the thrill of being killed by him one day made her heart race.

“Promise me you will stay with me. I’d rather wake in your arms than to a lone bed. Or, at least wake me.” Eli stepped closer to the vampire, and brought her free hand up to cup his face, her touch light. Finger tips gingerly caressed at his cheek, as if memorizing his features like she had many times prior.