Call it Mathew’s luck or Heaven’s favor, Charlotte’s trance broke abruptly after scenting his unique smell.
In an instant, she composed herself and turned to face him.
“Aren’t you too strict with Jason?”
She gestured him to sit down, this matter was demanding her undivided attention.
“Did he complain about me?”
Mathew’s face was blanched with horror, he still remembered her anger at the breakfast that day.
“No, I witnessed the live demonstration.”
Charlotte got up and walked towards the window.
“I am sorry, Luna.”
Mathew knelt on the ground, baring his neck in submission.
“If you are so worried about Jason, I can get him a daylight amulet.”
She flicked her hand and gave him an option.
“Jason is your sire. I don’t have a say in it.”
Mathew’s head hung low, he clasped his hands
