255. Regret? What's that?

Hearing his words, Kila couldn't help but put her head down, glancing at Rose.

Dexter then looked at Rose with a calm face. Rose, too, gazed at him from head to toe; she couldn't help but feel wary of him. Or perhaps it was his flames she was scared of—her bane.

"You're not bad for a new vampire count. Normally, we wouldn't accept anyone younger than 5,000 years. But no one cares anymore; we can do whatever we like in this apocalypse," she said to him, and Dexter only nodded, agreeing with her words.

"Alas, you took in a foul seedling. That girl can resist a sire bond, which means... she can't be controlled," Rose said, and then Dexter looked back at Kila with a raised brow.

"Kneel."

She kneeled once she heard his words, her head still down.

"Stand." She obeyed his words again, making him look at Rose once more.

"She seems pretty fine to me," Dexter said to her, and the count couldn't help but frown.