George had found the bar, although he wasn't a type to love alcohol, this time around it had brought him some comfort.
A vampire had stepped into the bar a while later and anger rose in him, his skin prickled with hatred and he sent her a glare despite knowing that she was his daughter's saviour.
Lady Delice flinched slightly at his glare but she didn't take any offense. It was him again and not his wolf.
With his wolf, she shared an understanding, which was strange but that was how things were.
How ironic.
Wasn't it his beast that was supposed to hate the vampires even more?
"Thank up for saving my daughter's life." He said, raising a bottle of alcohol to his lips. That brand of alcohol would make him drunk sooner than he was prepared for. "Last night was a mistake. It will not happen again."
Lady Delice smiled and nodded.
She had expected that he would say that. The fact that last night had even happened at all was still very surprising to her.