Eltanin saw blood caked over the marks and it seemed that she had acquired new ones. "Did you fall down?" he asked in a low voice filled with rage. She nodded. His breath became shallow as his shoulders stiffened. "Did someone hurt you?" Another nod. He was going to kill the bastard with his fangs and offer his blood at her feet.
She nodded reluctantly.
WIth quivering lips he said, "Wait here for me. Don't you dare go out of here. I will be right back!"
"But—"
"It is an order!" Enraged, he cut her off.
"Yes, Your Highness," she said, submitting to him.
