<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">The man gazed at the woman as she seemed to be thinking of something. He could sense some sort of a painful emotion emitting from her warm body. She fought hard to keep her expression neutral but the concern on her beautiful face gave her away to him already. Yet, he did not speak a word about it. Her thoughts were her own, and Solas had no business dwelling inside her mind. He bit  the corner of his bottom lip, mesmerized by the audacity and courage in her ancient eyes, yet those same eyes flashed with a sameness sexual excitement which sent bolts of desire through his being.<br/><br/>Her forehead now pressed to his, the man placed a hand behind Millicient's head and gently rubbed the back of her neck. One arm slipping around Millicients waist, Solas stared back into her eyes and nodded. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''You don't have to change your plans. I will make sure my travelling to New York is quick and short, and I will be back before the week ends. Arella is so fortunate to have you as her mother, so I believe that she will be alright.''</span></span> Solas' thoughts drifted from one thought to another and then to the Vampire that Millicient spoke about. <br/><br/>A day before, the Fallen female showed a distressed look on her face at the Cemetery and Solas wondered for a moment why would a woman as strong as her fear this supercilious stink of a Vampire who was this useless piece of shit, and nothing more but a fucking Blood-sucker. <br/><br/>The man sighed against the female's skin, emotionally communicating what he was thinking. He needed her to realize that her strength was beyond anything a mind is able to comprehend. That she should not underestimate what she was capable of, and that it was probably about time to put an end to the fear that stifled her existence. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">''Oh, good gracious! You cook too?''</span></span>The man chucked and rose to his feet, unconsciously clasping one wrist with his opposite hand as he made his way to the bathroom to clean up before the young one rises and shines.</span></ul>