Noah continued to stand next to Eve who was still asleep, but this time he inched closer to her side.
His mood had settled, and the tension in his shoulders continued to ease as he watched her peaceful face. In her slumber, she looked almost innocent, reminding him back to when she resembled a naive little zombie.
But his eyes also flickered while watching her, thinking about the time she drank his blood. If he hadn't already been watching for any irregularities, he might've dismissed what he saw as nothing.
At first, it had been her eyes. The physical shape of her pupils hadn't changed, but the aura they emitted had shown a change, for only a moment.
It was faint, but Noah felt it the moment her gaze met his during the feeding. It wasn't hunger alone. There was weight behind her presence. For that instant, Eve bore the look of a true vampire, one whose bloodline radiated a power so absolute that even her gaze could bend others to her will.
