An Angel's Blood

The rest of breakfast went well, and Xenia was glad that she was able to keep up her facade despite her annoyance with Clara's words. This 'Mate Pull' thing had been making her upset since this morning, and she could only hope that she'd be able to bury these feelings soon enough.

Still, she couldn't believe how petty she was over such trivial matters like this. She felt a pang of pain shoot through her sensitive heart whenever they would throw out how this Mate Pull thing worked around Darius. Truly, there was no denying this weird feeling growing inside her anymore. She felt so helpless... 

With the affair that was breakfast being finished, Darius promptly walked her out of the dining hall. 

"You look uncomfortable in that dress of yours in this weather, Xen. You still look stunning, of course, but you're sweating," Darius commented with a blank expression. "Was the rash that horrible?"