Something happened. He was suddenly back. Lucian came back to her completely. The presence before, Dracula, left for now. But before she could embrace him he was talking about leaving her. Panic rose in her throat.
"No!" she cried. "Don't leave me! Lucian!"

But was already pulling away from her, moving away.

"You don't have to leave," she continued to cry. "Whatever is happening, I'll do whatever it takes to help you. Please don't leave."

The poor female slid to the floor as her love walked away and her sire made a comment about her choice in men. She flashed an angry and hurt look at him. "Not now sire of mine," she said, calling him the formal title she reserved for when she was angry at him. This was not the time or the place to talk about her taste in men. She had never felt this way about anyone before. Anyone she had known before paled in comparison to Lucian. And frankly it was very hurtful and inconsiderate of her sire to make such a comment when his childe was in such emotional pain.