~LENORA'S POV
"Before I decide to see if your heart sounds as empty as you smell," he said, his gaze lifting slowly to meet mine, his smile thinning at the edges when he realized I was looking straight back at him.
Another drop of blood slid down my wrist and fell against the polished wood between the plates.
He dragged his thumb across the table, collecting the dark red streak before it could spread further.
For a moment he simply studied it beneath the golden light of the chandeliers, turning his hand slightly as though expecting the liquid to betray something hidden inside it.
The faint spikes lining his palm shifted against my skin when he moved, pressing deeper into the wound.
I hissed out in pain as the sharp sting climbed up my arm until my fingers trembled around the handle of the wine pitcher.
Xorvath lifted his thumb to his nose and inhaled slowly.
His brows drew together in faint confusion before he let out a short breath of amusement.
