"Y-yes." Valerio nodded and swallowed yet again.
"You... don't look okay to me." Vincent, who was heavily suspecting that something was wrong with him, frowned, but Valerio shook his head at him.
"I am fine." He assured him and stood his ground, even though he was feeling very dizzy.
His eyes were twitching uncontrollably, and his hands, which were by his sides, shortly began to tremble as well.
He took continuous deep breaths and balled his hands into tight fists.
He vigorously shook his head, wanting to stand his ground regardless of how much control he could feel himself losing.
He just can't understand why he is losing this much control over a royal pureblood.
Yes, royal pure blood was the best you could ever taste, but he had met one with such before, and then he didn't even move an inch at the sight of it.
So why was Everly's own driving him crazy?
He wondered and ran his finger through his hair in deep stress.
