Thompson felt guilty for offending his brother. He didn’t mean that in the wrong way. He just wanted to help his brother.
He went to the room where Tristan was drinking the blood from the jar to take off his frustration from his system.
“Brother, I would like to apologize for everything that I said,” he told him.
Tristan almost spits the drink to the floor at that. “Did you just apologize to me?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “I only meant that in a way that you can cure her soon if you have s*x with her and enhance her Demonic powers. I didn’t know that it would not be a mutual one—you know—”
“Whatever,” he sighed, sitting down on the couch. “I don’t think that Ivy will forgive me for this. She already sees me like a slug.”
“No. She looked at you in awe, that you were a gentleman.”
“Really?”
