Chapter 163: Demons, Part 6
Pulling his fangs out still took effort. The blood wasn't as good as Korin's, or the woman with the Wolves, but it soothed most of his lingering aches and pain, the worst of his exhaustion. If there was anything good about his exhaustion, it was that it was too severe for the feeding to leave him aroused. Telmé would have died of mortification if that had happened.
Letting go, he looked up at the Paladin, whose skin had gone pale from the sudden blood loss. "My apologies. Thank you."
"My pleasure, Highness. You did you really kill the morbid serpents and the demons? They said that a Prince of the Blood had destroyed the serpents, but we couldn't see how it was possible "
Telmé nodded. Silence fell at his words, save for soft exclamations of disbelief, whispers of how and what will the king say and shouldn't be possible. Telmé waited and waited, looked at each of them, a fresh ache twisting in his chest every time one of them looked away.