Chapter 77: Attacked !
Glancing at the door where she heard a faint muffling sound, Claire’s eyebrows furrowed in dubiety, and she didn’t bother to slow down on her steps as she approached the door. Her hand was already on the door knob, ready to twist it open when the door suddenly opened by itself, revealing her brother whose crimson eyes had turned mysteriously darker than usual - it frightened her for a second, but that fear intensified slowly when the corner of his mouth had a trace of blood rolling down to his chin.
For a split second, Claire remained frighteningly dazed.
"Any problem? To what do I owe this visit?" The Vampire prince tilted his head to the side as he prompted his sister to speak up, and Claire quietly stepped back, craning her neck to see who was inside before gathering the nerves to ask.
"Is someone....in there with you?"
"I don’t know, what if..?" He flashed her a roguish smirk, his unruly fangs peering out. He gestured with his head for her to come in. "I can grant you a quick survey."
"Absolutely not." Claire instantly declined and took a few more steps back. The seething hunger in his eyes was a complete contrast to the harmless smile on his handsome face. Apart from everyone else that she was familiar with, only Ivan was fond of drinking the blood of his own kind, and Claire couldn’t risk her precious life by staying alone with him when there’s such maddening thirst burning in his ruby-red eyes.
Unbeknownst to her, Samantha stayed quiet at the other side of the door. While the vampire Lord kept prolonging the conversation with his sister, one of his hands had Samantha’s neck wrapped in its grasp, but with no intention of choking her. The young maiden was still recovering from the intense bite that she no longer cared about the conversation happening, but the beautiful fingers curled around her neck so firmly had been doing a good job keeping her still.
"Well let me be exceedingly clear about something." Ivan subtly began, "if you step into my den unannounced then I will make sure you do so without the benefits of a spine. Learn to mind your business." He advised his sister with a warning countenance, and she didn’t need him to act it out before knowing it was doable warning.
Unable to utter a word when he looked this menacing, Claire backed away with a gaze that clearly stated she would be back for him. Vexed by her own lack of retort, she continued down the corridor, whilst her personal servant tried to catch up with her.
Closing the door, Ivan’s crimson gaze moved to his little lamb who was staring back at him with that effective green doe eyes of hers. The sight of her blood leaving a crimson line from the corner of his mouth to his chin made her feel strange, unexplainably strange.
"Now where were we?"