Her Reason

Colette approached the vampire heiress loitering by her car and scolded her. “Just what are you doing now?”

Ingrid looked up with a frown on her face, as tears formed in her eyes.

“Hey…” The dhamphir stepped back a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable, “Why are you crying? Stop crying. What’s the matter with you?” then looked around and saw no one. “Where’s Rohit?” she urgently asked. “Why’s he not with you—did you two have a fight?”

The vampire heiress slowly stood up and leaned against the lot light, trying to pull herself together, but shook her head in response to her question.

“Then what?” Colette persisted without regard for the young woman’s feelings.

Ingrid stammered, “I… I just realized that it’s too much pressure on me.”

The dhamphir raised her eyebrows, still showing no empathy towards her.