Chapter 151: My Blood

Sanguis was everything that Ophelia remembered him to be. Tall, lanky, and aloof. His solemn expression didn't shift or even falter at the sight of her, but his lips curled slightly when she stared straight into his ruby eyes.

"So the little girl has grown up," Sanguis observed in the salon, leaning back on his couch and not bothering with the freshly brewed iron tea. The concoction was quickly becoming a trend, but he hated any artificial taste of blood. "My condolences for not being able to kill you."

Ophelia was surprised by how forward he appeared, but when one had lived for that many years, he had no care for beating around the bush. She nervously glanced over at Killorn who carelessly swirled a silver knife between his fingertips as it was all fun for him. He promised to not overreact in the Vampire Overlord's presence.

"H-how did you know Everest has a bottle of my blood?" Ophelia finally asked.