Chapter 92

Cyra still felt the taste of his blood linger on her tongue. She went back to the Mansion; she didn't want to feed on anyone, so it wouldn't spoil the exquisite taste in her mouth.

She passed the hallway to the kitchen and met her butler, who was eating braised fish in enjoyment. His face was still calm, but his eyes were relaxed and satisfied.

Kyle looked up when he sensed someone's presence. Seeing Cyra, his gaze sharpened with an assessing light.

She walked in calmly and sat in front of him, resting her back on the chair gracefully, and stared at him without rush or avoidance.

Kyle felt his heart beating fast. What does she mean by staring at him like that? He felt unease as if she saw through him.

"What's your motive for being here?" Kyle heard her question, and his heart sank. He wanted to give her a reason he thought of, but what came out of his mouth shocked him.