Chapter 70 : Out of Control
Eve's pupils dilated, and she trembled unconsciously, not for any other reason than the two red lines that her own sharp teeth had drawn on the snow-white neck in front of her.
She had not pierced the skin outright. Instead, through repeated friction, the already delicate flesh—fragile enough to bruise at the slightest touch—could not withstand the strain, and a thin trace of crimson seeped out.
It was not only Vivian who froze—Eve did as well. In the end, Vivian was the first to recover, snapping sharply,
“Idiot! What have you done?! That hurt!”
“My apologies… Miss. It was entirely unintentional…”
“Unintentional? I think you did it on purpose! Fool! Idiot! Are you really a dog?!”
Her neck burned faintly, and tears welled at the corners of her eyes.
Being scolded like that, even Eve’s normally steady composure wavered. The problem was not rely the words—it was that in this mont she was far too vulnerable.
Vulnerable enough to want to lean closer again…
Two thin crimson lines continued to creep downward, releasing not only the scent of blood but a faint sweetness—far richer than anything she had ever tasted before.
Rare things beca all the more irresistible with ti. Eve resisted. Eve struggled. Eve endured the trial of her own resolve—
—and then her defenses collapsed entirely.
In the next instant, Vivian trembled violently. The burning sensation at her neck was smoothed by sothing warm and soft.
After pain ca an almost bewildering relief. The sting dulled, replaced by a strange, lting warmth that made her feel as though her limbs were turning to water.
“What are you doing now?! Hah… don’t… stop…”
Hearing her protest, Eve hesitated—but instead of withdrawing completely, she pressed closer again, trying to stanch the small wound and prevent further bleeding.
“Th-this is worse!” Vivian gasped, instinctively turning her head aside, only to find herself gently but firmly held in place once more.
The movent was not violent, yet there was strength in it. Despite herself, the trembling that coursed through her did not seem entirely born of pain.
Eve, though caught in instinct, was not wholly lost to it. She restrained herself, careful not to go too far.
The Vampire race possessed a peculiar instinct. If they wished, they could release a subtle agent through their saliva during feeding—sothing that dulled pain, sapped strength, and brought a drowsy haze over the senses.
Though often they preferred fear.
This ti, however, there was no cruelty in it—only a strange closeness that stretched those few minutes unbearably long.
At last, Eve forced herself away.
A faint sound broke the air.
She lifted her head slowly, dazed, staring at the mark she had left. The bleeding had stopped, though a conspicuous flush remained.
Vivian lay limp in her arms, breathing shallowly.
Eve’s heart dropped.
Had she taken too much?
“Miss? Are you alright?”
There was no imdiate response. Only the small hand gripping the hem of her skirt proved she was still conscious.
At Eve’s gentle shake, that hand loosened. Soft, uneven sobs followed.
“Miss…”
“Idiot…” Vivian whispered hoarsely, before breaking into quiet tears again.
“I am deeply sorry.”
“I will never forgive you…”
Eve fell silent, utterly at a loss. She had faced danger and death without hesitation—but this was different.
After a long while, Vivian slowly pushed herself upright. She swayed, bracing against the desk, refusing to look back.
She staggered toward the door.
“Miss, allow
to—”
“Don’t touch ! Don’t co near ! One more step and I will have you punished!” she snapped, eyes bright with grievance.
Eve withdrew her hand.
She followed at a distance as Vivian walked unsteadily down the corridor. The smaller figure nearly faltered more than once before finally reaching her bedroom.
The door slamd shut.
Silence.
Eve stood outside, the lingering sweetness still clinging to her senses.
She had never tasted anything like it before—far more intoxicating than even Annabella’s prized “fresh stock.”
No wonder she had lost control.
She lowered her gaze, troubled.
And then—
Click.
The bedroom door opened just a crack. A single eye, glistening faintly with unshed tears, peered through.
Vivian had never truly left. She had been listening.
The eye disappeared.
A cold, fragile voice followed.
“Co in.”
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