Chapter 97: His Burning Hatred
Samantha stared at the dark Lord in confusion when he finally let go off her bandaged wrist. There was an unusual feeling she felt sinking at the pit of her stomach when he uttered those words to her, and although it had caught her by surprise, it frightened her too when he said he meant it.
Should she be worried about herself or the people that will try to harm her in the coming future? She didn’t know. He was leaving her brain jumbled and she hated it each time he disoriented her mindset like this.
Averting her gaze from his intense stare, Samantha looked at her wrist that had been neatly bandaged before returning her gaze to Ivan who had stood up and was about to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Standing up from his bed, Samantha questioned Ivan who had reached for the door before coming to a halt. A tiny smirk graced his lips as he turned around to look at his little lamb whose eyes held visible curiosity.
"Do you want me to stay?"
"It is important I know my Lord’s movement." Samantha retorted politely with a gentle smile, and he clicked his tongue before returning to where his little lamb stood. Due to their height difference, Samantha was forced to tilt her head up in order to meet his eyes, but what she didn’t expect was for the vampire Lord to tenderly cup one side of her cheek with his palm, his fingers brushing against them lightly till he tucked away some strands she hadn’t noticed had loosened from her hair bun, and while he kept staring at her intensely, he leaned down as though he wanted to kiss her, making Samantha’s heart go rampant, but when her breath impulsively hitched at his action, his lips moved to her ear instead.
"I’m going hunting." He whispered, a smile she could not see adorning his lips at her flustered reaction.
"Hunting?" Samantha breathed out. She turned her head slightly so she could look at him, and he pulled back to meet her confused stare. "It cannot be the hunting ground so what type of hunting are you embarking on?" She asked, naturally taking a step back since he had stepped into her breathing space. She had been silly enough to assume he wanted to kiss her, she wondered why her mind even spiralled in that direction, but then, he always does this to her.
"It’s a human hunt, little lamb, and it is not something I can explain in a few minutes." Lord Ivan simply asserted, still taking note of the pink hue on her cheek. "But it is connected to the Queen Mother’s death. I will be back in the evening, the guards are unfortunately unlucky in hunting a few folks, so I must do this myself or I might not gain the opportunity for a next time. In the meantime, stay out of trouble, I’ll leave Herbert with you just incase, and if anyone requests for your blood while I’m away, tell them you have a Lord with psychotic problems and an irritating temper, am I clear?"