As Gabriel prepared the tea, the tension in the room lingered. Liz couldn't shake the suspicion that Gabriel held more secrets, and this revelation about Lucian's improvement only scratched the surface.
"Let's talk, Gabriel. I need answers," Liz stated, her gaze unwavering.
The room was filled with the subtle fragrance of brewing tea as the two adversaries prepared to navigate the uncharted territory of truths and revelations.
"Do you believe there are good vampires?" Liz asked, locking eyes with Gabriel.
Gabriel smirked mockingly. How could he not predict the thoughts behind this girl's questions?
"Our races are destined to be enemies."
Unsatisfied, Liz furrowed her brow. "I know that. What I'm asking is, do you believe there are vampires who are good?"
"Yes, I believe so," Gabriel grumbled reluctantly.