Chapter 130 A Pleasing Ache

• "Wha—" he started to ask, his voice strained and barely audible. But before he could finish, I placed my hand gently over his mouth, silencing him. There was no need for words, not now.
• Taking his hand firmly, I led him inside the mansion. The air was cooler, and the shadows seemed to close in around us as we moved deeper into the dimly lit hallway. I could feel his fatigue, the weight of his thirst pulling at him, threatening to break his composure.
• Reaching for the knife he had used earlier, I took it from him, its cold blade shining in the fading light. Without hesitation, I pressed the edge into my wrist, feeling the sharp sting as the blade dug deep into my flesh. Blood flowed, rich and red, and I watched as Dominic’s eyes followed the crimson trail with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.