Chapter 86: Tales Of The Night
After being left alone to regain her composure, Samantha had come to the conclusion that her actions were nothing but illogical towards Lord Ivan. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to move on without apologizing first for her irrational behavior, she had gotten up from where she sat to go look for him, but what she had seen instead left her appalled as the sight of those slave traders, who always tortured her with no pity, were now the ones crying for help as they seemed to have been engulfed in flames.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!"
Their agonizing shrieks had her heart racing in horrification till they eventually stumbled back and fell off the cliff themselves. Only then did Samantha feel the biting chillness that lingered heavily in the air, and she had forgotten how to breathe - her mind was too frozen to function properly.
This incident somewhat reminded her of Prince Nichole’s burnt-down carriage except, this time around, the vampire Lord hadn’t set a Carriage on fire, but he had set her fellow humans on fire. No! Those scums weren’t humans, they were demons in sheep clothing, and she felt not a tiny remorse for them, in fact they deserved to die, but witnessing this merciless side of Lord Ivan, Samantha didn’t know if she should stay wary of his presence since he keeps getting dangerous by the second.
Meanwhile, Ivan had noticed her presence the minute he turned around to take his leave, and the expression that displayed on his countenance at the very sight of her, proved he never wanted her to see any of that. She was still grieving, and he didn’t want another memory that would probably haunt her for who knows how long.
"Little Lamb." He managed to say, but that was it.
For some seconds, the two of them remained ironically quiet, just staring as if their eyes held the answers to the questions that raced through their mind, and when Samantha opened her mouth to say something, it closed back when the vampire Prince came to stand in front of her. Grabbing her dainty wrist in a firm grip, he took her away from the cliff without uttering a word, but Samantha’s green eyes lingered on the spot where she had seen those slave traders burn before falling to their doom.
The remembrance of it made her shudder within, whilst she grew more confused as to what type of man Lord Ivan was.
Taking her back to the heart of the valley where the fire he had made still burned, he made the young maid sit on the rock before letting go of her wrist. Her hands were cold to the touch, which meant she never stayed close enough to the fire to warm herself, but he felt relieved that she didn’t place them in the fire when he had left to deal with those burning shrimps.