Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

"You should not be too careless with your blood when you are in the region of witches. You do not know when the blood will be used to make a voodoo doll or do black magic and you end up getting sick for your rest of the life or die miserably in the next moments.'' Hazel, who had opened her mouth to thank him for paying for the bouquet, was stunned for a second and then closed her mouth without saying a word.

Who would curse a person like that when giving flowers! There was no way that it would happen with just a few drops of blood.

Though she thought so, her eyes instantly went to the ground and gulped. She did not want to die as soon as she had started to live. The taste of free air, she was getting habitual to it.

Just when she was thinking of wiping it from her handkerchief, she heard a soft chuckle and turned to see his eyes full of mirth.

"Stop staring there. It feels like you are trying to bore a hole there. Did you forget what Asher said, you are just a human!

Though i am glad as i did not want anyone to pass my powers." he grabbed her hands and stared at her index finger which still had a drop of blood though it was almost dried.

He traced his finger with his when she noticed that he had the same dried drop of blood in his finger. Was that the reason he had asked her to go out!

And here she thought that he wanted to ask more about her in her absence and wondered what it could be! How delusional she could be!

"Aah!" a strange sensation filled when she was lost in thought and saw that he was licking her fingers with his coarse tongue that left a tingling sensation in her body.

Her eyes widened as she gulped her saliva and looked away when their eyes met which amused him.

Licking it one more time, he let her go and finally her right body started to relax.

"Licking is a good way to stop the blood. Relax, I am not going to feed on you.. yet! You are my emergency storage." he chuckled in the end as if he was enjoying his personal joke and Hazel did not know whether to be thankful for his consideration or dread her future.

But in the end she was relaxed as she had thought he would be suspicious of her or ask her strange questions because that old man had told him she was not going to end up with him.

But a part of her wanted to ask him, whom she would end up with if not for him. She wondered if she would get a chance to have a happy marriage with someone. She shook her head as the thought was provoking that could burn the thin thread she was walking on with him.

It would be better that she would concentrate on her present or there would be no future to worry about.

"Don't look like a wilted flower. I am not going to cut the roots of the plants because they were destined to not bore fruits. I would rather enjoy my time watering them and getting some shade until it is time for them to wither away." Hazel did not know how to reply to it so she only nodded as she looked around.

The stalls were shining with lights and a few of the customers were still coming out with bags in their hands.

"Do you want to look for something for yourself? A few of the shops offer great products." she shook her head as she had more than enough dresses and jewels thanks to her post of the queen.

Even when they all hated her, they gifted her high quality goods in the reception thrown for her just a while ago.

"Hmm, then let's return. The count would be waiting for us." he whispered slowly as his eyes gleamed and she was sure that he was happy to see the wilted face of the man who was left in the middle of nowhere without a coachman.

The count must be an arrogant noble who had no idea about how to ride a horse and she wondered if that was his plan.

To keep the host away from the party and make fun of him in front of the guests.

"Do not look at me with those eyes. I know what you are thinking and I must say that you take me as a cruel person, while I am very kind.

Haven't I bought a ring for you and came to escort you personally on your first day? And since then I have accepted your every tantrum?" he titled his head with a wide grin on his face when he saw her face turning red instantly.

He still felt amused as to how she had tried to act boldly to save her life when it was foolish of her to challenge him.

With the soft teasing he was doing, Hazel did not realize when they reached the carriage. It felt like the journey was pleasant after the sour taste from the conversation with the blind man.

She felt him forwarding his hands for her to take while climbing the carriage and she smiled. Even when he was cruel and mean to her, he was still a chivalrous person.

"Was the old man really blind?" he stared at the obsidian in her neck that had not glowed even once.

As if it was already dead, he could not feel any sensation from it and he nodded as he looked out of the window,

"Yes, if you are curious as to how he saw us coming then, it is more like a refraction he felt from the images.

Like bats, when their eyes did not work still they knew where their prey was! The man did not have eyes but had the great power to see things that even eyes could not see."

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