Himmel leaned against the door, arms crossed, his eyes slicing through Siersha like a blade.
'I need to make sure a few things happen.'
The first was to get her life energy, while the second, equally important, was to—
'Awaken my bloodline.'
It had been so long since he planned for it.
And now that he had a chance to do so, Himmel wasn't going to let it go.
Siersha was the only one he was sure of.
Someone whose pride he could break.
'...Well, I'm going to do some fucked up things.'
He let out a sigh as he checked Siersha out.
She stood before him, crimson eyes staring into him with raw need for his blood.
Her fingers trembled on her outfit—a tight black shirt stretched over her breasts.
A blue skirt that covered her up to the thighs.
The shirt's collar hugged her pale throat, which Himmel instinctively grabbed.
Her breathing spiked, and every breath she took made the shirt pull, the skirt sway, a thin shield he'd tear to pieces.
