Meanwhile, Aiden, blissfully unaware of the rebellion Karina had incited, was standing in front of Amaela's unit.
"Just be nice to her. She doesn't deserve it, but try to be nice."
He kept repeating the words like a mantra between deep breaths. The system had suggested a method to him. Instead of focusing on Amaela's vampiric nature, he should try to see Carmila in her.
That way, he wouldn't just give in to his disgust like always. After all, Carmila was the only vampire who didn't disgust him.
"Right," he mumbled and, with a final breath, stepped inside.
As expected, the room was plunged into darkness. Aiden hoped that since it was daytime, she'd be asleep. Instead, Amaela was sprawled on the floor, staring at the empty ceiling.
Her head was towards Aiden, but she didn't even bother looking at him. Instead, she just bent one leg while the other was stretched in the opposite direction as if she was airing her nether regions.
