"They are all dead, Darling."
"Good," Edward replied simply.
The blood mist around Elizabeth curled lazily at her feet as she approached him, her expression turning almost sweet.
"Every blood tastes disgusting compared to yours, Darling," she said, smiling as she reached toward him. "I need yours ."
"Is this really the time to feed yourself, Beth?" Layla asked, still sitting comfortably on Edward's lap. "We are in the middle of a rather important discussion."
"Very responsible words from the woman sitting on my love without an ounce of shame," Alvara replied with a sneer.
Layla looked toward her with a sweet, perfectly innocent smile.
"Fortunately, I am not as prudish as you, dear Freydis," she said. "I can sit on him, kiss him, and enjoy myself without feeling ashamed because people are watching."
Before Alvara could answer, Layla leaned forward and gave Edward a light kiss on the lips.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes immediately.
