Lady Victoria could even sense Vail’s pulse quicken as he closed the door behind him. He must have been fairly nervous bringing her to his family’s safe haven. The only humans they ever had around was their serving staff, never the daughter of a Saint. Yet Alexander Crest was one of the incorrupt Saints. He left the Hygrace’s alone because they left others alone, didn’t cause trouble and kept themselves to themselves. That was the deal. Why would they think his daughter would be any different than his mindset? If anything, she could be a valuable ally, they had nothing to fear about revealing their secret location to the Crest heiress. It was only dangerous to harbour a target of the Wynter clan.

She was still in awe that Vail had vowed to protect her from Spencer and the Saints in league with him. She only thought her blood was special to the vampire, not her personality or appearance. She did feel so much safer in his presence. She was overwhelmed with how protective he was over her, even possessive. She found it endearing of him. She’d never had anyone care for her welfare like this, apart from her father who would have done anything for his little princess. 

She felt him lay her down on a comfortable bed, she even thought at one point that vampires did not sleep. But he had a bed in his room, so they must need to rest. There were so many myths surrounding the creatures like not having a reflection, being allergic to garlic, not being allowed into anywhere without being invited in. So many things she wanted clarity on. But if she knew anything from them by now, it was their family loyalty to one another. She just hoped they wouldn’t punish Vail for bringing her to his room. She flinched as he removed the temporary bandage from her wounded neck, it was still quite sore and the blood began to rush out of the puncture already. It wasn’t clotting at all. There was very little left to clot it with.

She whimpered when he touched it with the damp cloth. She tried not to make much noise to wake the house. She tried to focus on his hazel eyes glinting in the moonlight that cascaded into the room. She nodded as he said that she was safe for now. She attempted a pained smile, she was still weak and her eyelids felt heavy. She couldn’t fight them closing over her eyes. She reached up to find his hand, arm or even leg to grasp. She just wanted that physical closeness to him, to feel safe and loved by him.