A Game Of Chess With A Vampire

Valentine, who sat a bit far from them, softly exhaled. He shook his head in disdain and looked over, only for his eyes to meet those of Olive, who was gazing at him. He immediately frowned and quickly glanced away from him, unwilling to make further eye contact with him. Olive, who was seated quite far away, took a deep breath and averted his gaze.

"You haven’t apologized to him, have you?" Lucien, who sat beside him with her legs crossed, asked.

Olive shrugged. "No. I never got the chance to."

Lucien could not help but cackle.

"Do you want to dance?"

"Absolutely not with you!" Olive responded harshly with a straight face.

Lucien’s eyes twitched in deep annoyance. She got up from her seat and stood right in front of him.

"Dance with me!" she demanded.

"And for what?" Olive looked at her with crumpled brows. "I don’t want to! Leave me—"

Lucien gripped his arms, forcefully pulling him out onto the dance floor. "Let’s. Dance!" she emphasized, smiling at her as though she could possibly kill him if he didn’t.