Zenith finally stepped forward. "That is enough." She had seen enough.
The greedy vampire was just drinking on and on, with no sign of stopping soon, and Elion's complexion was only going to keep getting worse.
Was she only going to stop once he dropped dead? It was certainly starting to look that way.
'She's definitely had enough by now.'
Elion lifted one hand weakly. "Wait."
Zenith stopped with her eyes narrowed. "Hubby."
"I am fine."
"You look half dead."
Elion's lips twitched faintly. He was clearly trying to smile, though he barely had the energy for it. He glanced down at Celeste. What was he supposed to do... Pluck her away?
Celeste continued drinking, and Zenith's gaze continued to darken. "How much blood can one person lose before dropping dead?"
Dorian glanced at Elion. "Normally, far less than this; it's a wonder how he is still standing." Following Dorian's words, Zenith looked ready to tear Celeste away by force.
