I don't love you, I love your blood

Bellatrix groaned. She looked around the cabin and wondered-Where's that group of bats? Nicholas dragged her to another cabin. This room is like a luxury hotel room. A chandelier over her head, a large red sofa leaf on the right, a small table in front, and the red carpet under her foot are crafted with golden thread. Nicholas released her hand and sat down on the sofa while tying his legs together in the king's pose. Nicholas called Bellatrix out, raising his index finger,

"Come here, Bella. "

Bellatrix pretends not to listen. Nicholas groaned,

"Bella."

Bellatrix shivered slightly, but she didn't respond and didn't even take a step forward.

"Don't make me angry, Bella. One last time I said, come here."

Nicholas's face had changed. His jaw tightened. Two pointed white fangs came out of either side of his lips. Bellatrix's throat went dry. She moved on, knowing that it would be the opposite if she made Nicholas more angry. On the wall of this room is a painting of a nude female