Chapter 18: I’m Not Sharing A Room With You
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Samantha’s sweaty palms tightly gripped the edges of her blood-stained dirty gown. Her heart trembled and she could no longer breathe properly. That’s when she felt Ivan drop his hands on her shoulders, as if trying to make her pick up her crumbling resolve, but how on Earth is that possible when he literally exposed her name to this scary-looking man??
She wasn’t blind to not notice how the man’s furry brows shot up in disbelief, then narrowed into a subtle frown, and Samantha could feel a cold sweat roll down her back till it got absorbed by her clothing.
Yes, she had asked for death, but stealing glances at the man in front of her, Samantha could guess mentally that he wasn’t someone who would deliver death so easily if Lord Ivan exposed her name to him, but she was too slow to speak and couldn’t stop the Dark prince from introducing her full name.
Samantha knew without a doubt that everyone would be aware of her name since the punishment for treason involved getting rid of the whole Family’s lineage, but to her defeat, she basically had her life hanging at the mercy of Lord Ivan, who looked willing to prove that he could take and keep her life if it so pleases him.
"What are you saying?" Samantha flinched when the air around them went still at the man’s question. There was something about him that reeked danger to her, almost ominous, but she heard Ivan release a slight chuckle as he still had her pinned to him. Her back was pressed against him while his long gloved fingers reached for her neck, like he was going to choke the life out of her, but she knew he wouldn’t because his grip wasn’t necessarily tight, but firm.
"Isn’t that the name, Uncle?" He asked with his head slightly tilted, "forgive my humorous mistake, I meant to say she’s Samantha, my blood slave. Isn’t she a lovely one?"
When he smoothly cleared his Uncle’s misconceptions, the man’s shoulder relaxed, but the tension surrounding the three of them was far from it. His gaze shifted to the peculiar green-eyed woman whom his nephew had against him. His whimsical gaze had Samantha gulping down her saliva, unsure why his looks instilled fear upon her soul, and his equally crimson eyes seemed wary of her too.
The man named Abdiel took notice of how the new slave tried to breach a distance between the prince Ivan, but his nephew was resolute, and there was a strange flicker in his eyes that he had never seen before.