Victoria glared at Peter as he said he tired of her arrogance. She felt her anger rising, her blood beginning to boil. Her cheeks reddened with increased blood flow into them from her quickening pulse. How dare he think of their feelings as just something fleeting and temporary. It stung her to hear Peter tell her the truth – that Vail will be one day sad when she was gone and realise that she would only be just the blink of an eye in his life time. It hurt to think of him moving on with someone else. She wanted to get up from the bed and fight for Vail. But her condition prevented her from doing so. She then felt dizzy from his increasing pheromones over her. She had little defence in her weakened state in the first place, she could not fight it. A small pool of water collected at the bottom of her eyelids. Welling up with tears at the vile poison Peter spouted. It was clear he would never approve of her. Vail would really choose her over his family? She couldn’t let him, he would regret it for the rest of his life. He would lose everything, then eventually lose her. It was not a happy ending. 

Victoria trembled, she tried to stop her crying by sniffling back a gasp of air. Luckily Vail jumped to her defence and told his father to stop before he let his anger do more damage to the human fragile girl trying to recover from a horrible ordeal. She felt great comfort in his hand resting on her forearm protectively. She just wanted to hide behind Vail right now. She didn’t feel strong physically or emotionally to cope right now. It seemed to work as Peter backed off in his verbal insults. He declared that a servant would bring her dinner soon, reluctantly before warning her again of her actions and the consequences of them. Victoria’s bottom lip quivered as he left her and Vail alone. She started to breath heavily and wiped her eyes dry with a small sniff. Peter was right. This mess was all her fault. It would have been better if Spencer had killed her, then Vail could get over her more quickly and resume his normal life.

She kept her eyes down sadly at the bed covers contemplating her choices. She knew Vail wouldn’t let her go without a fight, even if she told him not to pursue her. He was stubborn after all. But she was still trembling. She was in dire need of sustenance, nutrients to get her body stronger. She was amazed she still survived the blood drain and on the road to recovery. However, recovering her was problematic. The Crest heiress could not wait to be out of Peter’s hair. She sighed and shook her head lightly. “Your father…he’s right. We’re from two different worlds and I cannot ask you to give up yours.” She looked up at Vail sadly. “I don’t know what the future holds for us but…I’m glad you defended me to him…” She leaned against his chest for comfort and affection.