Meant to be my bride

Izaak released the woman he had been feeding from and motioned for her to depart with Louis. Magnus shot him a glare filled with a fiery intensity.

"I'm not interested in a lecture," Izaak retorted. "This isn't our residence, so I have every right to bring humans here," he declared firmly.

Magnus sensed a disturbance in Izaak's demeanor, noting his apparent irritation. "I assume it's the anniversary of your first wife's passing, isn't it? Is that why you're acting out of character today?" he remarked, cautioning Izaak against such behavior, especially in Alora's presence.

"Alora won't ask me not to drink blood. She knows we need fresh blood out of humans," Izaak asserted and stood up. Wiping the traces of blood from his lips, he casually inquired, "How does Alora's blood taste? Care to share your experience about it, Little Brother?"

Magnus frowned at the question. "Why do you want to know?" he asked with a dubious tone.