Natasha remained seated on the sofa with her arms crossed so tightly against her chest that it seemed she was trying to stop her own body from exploding with irritation. Her expression carried a chaotic mixture of humiliation, repressed anger, and existential confusion, while her eyes followed every little movement that happened on the other side of the room.
And that only worsened her mood.
Because Sapphire was perfectly calm.
The vampire sat beside Victor with an almost irritating naturalness, holding his arm delicately while drinking small amounts of blood in a completely controlled manner. There was no desperation. No trembling. No outbursts. She simply drank like someone sipping a particularly delicious cup of tea.
Tranquil.
Elegant.
Composed.
Natasha narrowed her eyes immediately.
"What the hell was that?" she asked suddenly, her voice heavy with accumulated indignation.
The silence in the room lasted half a second.
Victor slowly turned his face towards her.
