With a look of glee on her face—which she didn't even bother to hide—she slid to his side. Zyren knelt on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless, still drenched in blood and reeking of burnt flesh. But Lady Vivian moved as if in a daze of lust and victory. Sliding the arm of her gown off her shoulder, she bared her neck without hesitation. In a single sharp motion, she slashed her own neck open with a fingernail. Blood slowly poured out, rich and dark, trickling down her pale skin in elegant, slow-moving rivulets.
Muttering sweetly under her breath, her voice silky with invitation, her breasts half-exposed in the sheer fabric, she seemed to revel in every second. Her lips curled in pleasure as she turned her head, going as far as to glance at Aria—who stood just about a foot away—with a smug look on her face. Her eyes glittered with malice as she moved to grab Zyren's head, intending to press his lips to her bleeding neck.
