CHAPTER FOURTY FIVE: Similar taste

"Anna." Vincent called out turning his head to glare at Benjamin, who ducked his head away.

He had given Annabelle a dose that will make her sleep for a while, how did Vincent expect him to know that Mirabel will come cause a scene.

"You are awake, do you feel any ache anywhere?" Vincent hurriedly asked, ordering Benjamin with his eyes to come check on her.

"She's fine." Benjamin said after the check, and Vincent carried her into his arms.

"My little princess is all better now." Vincent cooed pecking her forehead lightly and rubbing her hair gently.

Mirabel seethed in anger as she watched the two men and some human she call her daughter ignore her like she wasn't someone worth knowing.

"Is Anna sick?" Mirabel asked deciding to let her presence known herself.

"No." Vincent responded sharply, causing Mirabel to raise her brow in wonder of what was being hidden from her.