Elara quietly watched as Arren slowly pierced her skin with fangs, letting her blood ooze out of her arm. The scent of her blood immediately filled the room, so powerful because of its freshness. Elara inhaled the scent of Arren’s blood, testing if she would feel the same hunger she felt when she smelled Nero’s blood. But of course, there was no effect on her. It was no different than detecting any other scent.
Arren slowly approached Elara as she squeezed the area around her wound, making it bleed even more.
“Please excuse the intrusion,” Arren mumbled as she raised her wounded arm and let the blood fall generously on Elara’s body. Arren’s blood covered Elara’s shoulders, soaking her already blood-stained shirt with it.
“That should be enough,” Elara said, smiling at Arren.
