Chapter 96: Terrible Bodyguards
Carina couldn’t deny the fact that the servant’s unrelenting personality had piqued her interest, and with watchful eyes, it monitored the servant who picked up the knife with trembling hands, but the look on her face showed not a tinge of fear, only feebleness.
Samantha raised it up to her face as she studied the blade with a comprehending gaze, seriously pondering over something that didn’t seem to sit well with Carina. The sharp edges that glinted each time it caught the sun rays would make her heart skip in fear, but... this shouldn’t be any different than being pierced with a fang on her skin right?
Thought Samantha as she nervously swallowed, but then, her grip tightened against the hilt.
Stretching her hand forth and squeezing her eyes shut in dreadful anticipation, Samantha didn’t hesitate to slash her wrist since that was what the Queen wanted - some entertainment. Not a drop of her blood was given the chance to touch the porcelain cup, and since Samantha had closed her eyes shut in pain, they slowly fluttered open when she felt something soft around the wrist which she had slit, and to her biggest surprise, Ivan was crouching right in front of her, and he had tied her bleeding wrist with a handkerchief before a single drop could touch the cup.
"Lord Ivan?" Samantha’s eyes flew wide open at his unmistakable presence, but he wasn’t smiling when he raised his head to look at her.
Carina, whose plans were ruined right before her eyes, stood up in a frenzy. Her jaws clenched in silent fury and her eyes snapped at Ivan who was, to her disbelief, nursing the servant’s wounded wrist as he made sure he had tightened it enough to make the bleeding stop. Carina had another hidden motive for demanding for the servant’s blood, and she had the strangest feeling ever like she could sense a faint energy from the servant, it was very faint, and she always noticed it in a fleeting moment.
If she had tasted the servant’s blood today, she would be able to pick up on that energy and discover who this servant girl really was, but once again, Ivan was here to ruin her well-thought out plan.
"Stand up." He helped Samantha stand on her own two feet before turning around to look at Carina. The Queen was expecting her step-son to burst out in fury and lash at her like he had always done, she was expecting to see that unusual change in his irises again, his anger, but to her own apprehension, an austere smile curled his lips, and a look of malevolence danced in his pupils that hinted at his hidden lunatism.
"I think it is fair now." She heard him say as the scores between them had been settled. It sounded rather subtle, but the iciness was cold enough to send chills running down Carina’s spine, whilst her eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit as she suspected there was more meaning to that phrase of his.