Chapter 70: Temptation To Bite
In the Chevalier Palace, Ivan watched with keen eyes as his little lamb gracefully made his bed that morning, his expression a mélange of amazement and suspicion. Sitting quietly in his private corner where his chaise lounge was situated, he poured himself a goblet of his usual morning blood wine, but his crimson eyes never looked away from the golden-blonde-haired woman as she meticulously made his bed.
Taking a sip from his crystal goblet that now tasted boring against his taste buds, his eyes followed the little lamb as she made her way to his window, and when she carefully pushed it open, the sight of whiskers entering his room made him shift gaze. With a piece of parchment stained with blood on whiskers mouth, she scurried toward where Ivan sat, elegantly jumping on the chaise lounge and resting on his lap whilst Ivan carefully took the piece of parchment from the cat’s mouth.
"And what do we have here?"
Samantha was stunned by the sight of it, but when she looked at Ivan, no reaction was triggered from him as he opened the parchment to read its context. Closing it up after reading what was written on the bloody-stained parchment, Ivan gently stroked whiskers on the head while whispering.
"Good job."
Samantha’s gentle eyebrows furrowed questioningly, she never knew whiskers acted as an errand pet for Lord Ivan. Weren’t cats supposed to be the most difficult pets to keep? She wondered how Ivan trained whiskers to be so silent and docile around him.
Unpromptedly, his eyes moved and instantly caught her staring. In a flash, Samantha turned away from his gaze as she reached out to close the opened window, and she could never forget about last night. Looking at him eye to eye always made her remember the mysterious change in his irises, and the stinging pain on her neck was just a psychological effect that was difficult for her brain to push aside. Still feeling his gaze piercing through her small back, Samantha continued with whatever she did, whilst moving to her own bed through the separate curtains to tidy it up.
If there was one thing Ivan could readily admit to, it would be that he was always watching her. His keen Vampiric senses picked up on subtle clues that seemed to set her apart from ordinary humans - the faint enticing aroma of her blood, her uncanny awareness of his presence, and the way her pulse quickened ever so slightly when he was near.
It was not easy to catch his amusement, but when her ruby-red blood filled his taste buds last night, a tingling sensation crawled through every fiber of his system, and it was so rejuvenating, he had to label it ’refreshing’ since it was unlike any other blood he had tasted. The pain in his chest had stopped a few minutes after succumbing to the sweetness of the liquid that flowed through her veins, and it only meant there was something unique about her blood, igniting a primal curiosity within him.