Chapter 213: The Undead
Mia never felt so nervous in her entire life as she did when the werewolf escorted her to a closed room. He left her alone once she was inside the room, and all she could do was take deep breaths knowing she might end up dead as soon as she relayed King Marcus’s message.
She bit her nails as she waited patiently. "Damn... I haven’t even experienced much in life to die this early," she bitterly muttered. She wondered how Levi would react once he found out that she had left and delivered herself to her death... Would he be worried?
Ah, though nothing was set in stone, the possibility of her making out of this situation alive was not that high. Especially since she was in the Convel Society Territory.
She and Levi had parted ways past midnight. She felt blissful and giddy as she went to bed that night. It was almost unreal that she and Levi had such a deep understanding of each other and their relationship. She slept with a smile on her face, dreaming of the good things she and Levi would experience despite the unfortunate events happening around them. But as lucky as she felt, the King just killed her joyous moment ordering for her presence to give her this task. It was no wonder he prepared a feast for her breakfast that morning. It was just like fattening up the sheep before sacrifice. Unfortunately, Mia turned out to be the sheep sent to her death.
"How considerate of him!" she annoyingly breathed, dropping her shoulders.
Mia still could not fathom why the King would send her out of all people in the Clan for such a deadly task? Wasn’t she very useful to the Clan? As far as she knew, she was the best when it comes to hacking and computers, so why her? She was a great asset and everyone knew how much the King treasured great assets such as her!
Another frustrated sigh came out when Mia heard the door open. Her heart almost stopped beating in anxiety. ’I’m not ready to die yet...’ she thought as she tried to calm herself. ’Oh Lord, please, let me live more...’
Her eyes were gleaming with tears and she was about to close them when she saw who the person was. With eyes as big as saucers she murmured, "Tyrone? What are you doing here?"
He did not respond as she continued to stare at him in disbelief. As Tyrone, along with two other men approached her, Mia finally noticed the crown on Tyrone’s head. She didn’t need much time to realize that he was obviously the king. "What the hell?! You’re the King!?" she burst next. He gave her a faint smile as he sat opposite her.