"What do you want?"
This was dangerous. What she'd just seen had made the whole situation clear.
Lynn had turned the tables on her.
On top of that, she was a vampire now, and Louis had drugged her.
They really couldn't let anyone find out.
If word got out that the Third Princess was a vampire, it would be over!
Unlike Louis, who planned to rule by force and make use of vampires,
Yuffie didn't want to do that. Besides, her status among the vampires was completely different from what it had been before.
The vampires would very likely become the targets of everyone's hatred.
Lynn kept pressing closer, finding it all quite amusing.
He backed Yuffie into a corner.
Smack!
Lynn bent down and stared hard at her. Their blood-red eyes met, and he braced one hand against the wall.
In the end, Yuffie was the first to look away, and Lynn took that as an invitation to push his luck.
First, Lynn slipped an arm around Yuffie's slender waist, then hooked a finger under her chin and rubbed it gently.
The tall, brawny man stood right beside him, their breaths mingling.
With a wicked grin, the yellow-haired man leaned down and said, "Yuffie, you don't want anyone finding out you're a vampire, do you?"
"Hm?" His handsome, chiseled face, as if carved by the gods, was right up against hers.
Lynn could feel Yuffie's small, delicate frame against him, so soft she seemed boneless. He could scoop her up with one arm.
She stayed silent and closed her eyes, but the yellow-haired man only went further.
His hand gently traced her thigh, making her squirm with ticklishness.
The woman who only ever talked at length about politics, and who was supposed to become the next empress, finally begged