Chapter 46

Lancelin’s P.O.V I had been admired and praised countless time in my five hundred and seventy two years of existence. Several women had named me their idol and worshiped me. Artists have called me their muse and painted and sculpted my images on several streets, several galleries across the world. But nothing brought me the amount of satisfaction as I felt while Sanaya’s eyes travelled up and down my body. She eyed the tattoo of the phoenix I had in my left forearm. Her cheeks turned pink as she watched the water droplets dripping down to my skin and down my abdomen. However, I didn’t like it when her eyes glued on the bullet scar on my chest. The mages at the hospital had forced me to drink several of their elixirs but they could only do so much. Once I’d fed, the healing process will begin naturally. But now that I was with Sanaya, feeding sounded like a derogatory term. Making love…that was appropriate. Noticing her fisted hands, I moved forward, one step at a time, making sure that