Despite her raging thoughts, Claire had managed to catch a few winks of sleep.
And true to his word, he was with her at the first light of dawn.
"A beautiful morning to you, my fine bride." Came that familiar, silky voice of his.
Claire visibly stiffened, waiting for him to reveal himself.
When he did, the sight before her took her already scanty breath away.
The psychotic individual was completely without clothes. Not only that, he was bathed in blood from head to toe. The metallic scent of blood immediately filled the air, choking her effortlessly.
She shut her eyes to block out the sight of him, but even then, he was all she could see. Unlike Yeren's, his body intimidated her terribly. A shudder rippled through her.
"Does the sight of me disgust you, my love?"
He inched closer into the room and perched himself on the edge of the bed with a soft creak.
"Fear not, my love. I only went for a little hunt in the woods."
