Lin Mu had been ready for Cattaleya to bow out, for their paths to separate right there in the moonlit gardens.
He could almost picture her turning on her heel, vanishing into the horizon with nothing but the faint aftertaste of tension left behind. Yet, what came next was not departure.
Instead, the tanned-skinned woman straightened her back, her expression firm but strangely lighter than before. Her lips curved into a grin that revealed the faint glint of her sharp fangs. It was almost as if she could read Lin Mu's thoughts.
"You're mistaken, Lin Mu," she said, her tone carrying the certainty of a vow. "I might have given up on your blood… but I haven't given up on you."
Lin Mu blinked, startled, his brows arching slightly. "Not given up on me?" he echoed. "What do you mean by that?"
