Will you please stop, Izaak?

"What about the blood from Rubin then?" Izaak suggested to him.

"No. I'll drink the blood once we arrive at the palace," Magnus asserted. "I won't die this way," he added with a chuckle.

Alora hit his shoulder, telling him not to take his injury lightly. "When a vampire is heart, the healing takes time." She took out the hairpin from her hair bun. Without fearing, Alora made a cut on the center of her palm using it.

Izaak gulped as he saw the fresh blood pouring out of her hand. His pupils changed color, but he shook his head to keep himself in his senses.

Magnus who was injured, couldn't hold control of his blood thirst when the blood streamed into her palm, grasped her wrist, and drank directly from her palm. A new energy channeled through his entire body as Alora's blood filled his veins.