Slade Donovan POV
I carried Gabriella into my room and placed her on the bed after rescuing her from the whipping. The purple dress she was wearing was torn and soaked in blood. I ripped her dress off and examined the whipping marks.
I have a strong desire for her blood after seeing her blood. It was soothing, and I could feel my fangs emerging. I sighed deeply to resist my temptation because I had promised myself that I would never drink from her again. The whip marks on her back formed a circle, and when I touched it, she moaned in pain.
"How come you can't act like Bianca? You're too strong-willed, and I hope it doesn't kill you." I prayed to her unconscious self that she heard me.
My room door opened, and my brother and his slave, followed by my cousin, entered.
"I wonder who let
