Knowing.
Being a Pureblood, Sara couldn't help but just knowing things.
Like...
Her father hated her.
Takuma was no more than a servant.
And Zero...
Ughh.
...was Zero.
Nonchalant, quiet, and smirking.
He could be a Pureblood.
Sara realized she'd never tasted Zero's blood, like she had Takuma.
"Zero,"
She called from the couch.
Again this was one of those day when Takuma wasn't here.
And she felt a little lonely.
Zero came into view, but before he could speak Sara was in front of him.
Her tongue ran over the jaguar vein on his neck, just over the rose-and-sword symbol on his neck.
He went rigid.
She did not.