Blood.
It is blood.
His blood!
It is his blood!!!
Upon realizing what made her so hungry, Eliza's entire body started to tremble.
Her scarlet eyes, shimmering with a dangerous light, suddenly closed at that moment, her nostrils flared slightly as she took a deep breath.
Inhale—Exhale—
"Hiss... Ha!"
Herbert's warm blood radiated an irresistible fatal temptation.
The scent seemed almost alive as it threaded into her nostrils and coursed through her body along her veins.
The vampire's body began to tremble slightly, her sanity like a rocking boat in a storm, at any moment could be consumed by the surging desire.
That aroma was like the most potent poison and yet the sweetest temptation.
Eliza was on the verge of collapsing.
Being pulled into the abyss by this suffocating scent, losing her remaining reason entirely.
In the final moment of mental breakdown, she used her last willpower to smash her head against the coffin lid.
Thud—
