Chapter 126: Karma’s Gift
"Are you going to just stand here and let him take her away?" Afraid of raising her voice, Claire whispered harshly to her brother who only watched his step-brother’s figure retreat without stopping him, but that wasn’t what bothered Eamon in the slightest. The reaction he got wasn’t the reaction he expected.
He personally had no intention of hurting the maiden, rather he had developed a certain fondness for her and wanted to make the order that they release her, but when his Mother told him she was Ivan’s woman– his bride-to-be, he got furious at the news. Since having her wasn’t going to be possible unless he became King, he decided to punish her further in an attempt to aggravate Ivan into showing some violence before the crowd, but in the end, all he did was take the servant away without any exchange of words.
Eamon saw absolutely nothing good in his silence.
Claire silently gritted her teeth as she watched Ivan’s figure fade before her very eyes, unable to do a thing in order to stop him from leaving. Closing her palms and turning them into fist, she looked away from the sight and to the crowds that had long gone due to Ivan’s interference. They were this close to finally getting rid of that burdensome maid but then that brother of hers.... If he’s aware of her identity and who she truly is, why is he still saving her???
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Returning to the Palace, the main doors flung open, revealing the vampire Lord who stepped in with Samantha in his arms, and the servants, who were working within that particular area had stopped in what they were doing to see the unlikely couple walk in. Ignoring everything and everyone he saw along the way, Ivan carried Samantha straight up to his room so he could lay her down and have a quick look at wounds. He had used his speed to get her back on time as he couldn’t delay with her treatment, rather he was worried that he could feel his own heartbeat beating uncannily along with hers.
Opening the door, Ivan walked in and carefully laid her on her front on his own mattress. Gently sweeping her hair that was now tainted with the stain of blood away from her face, he took it into notice that she had passed out. For the first time, Ivan could feel his hands tremble as he reached to take off his coat that presently covered her wound, and when he finally found the courage to observe it, his pupils flared at the sight of thin red welts that painfully decorated her small back, along with the stain of blood.
His gaze hardened, and his jaws tightened in fury. He had thought about it, long and hard before he decided to do nothing. If he had retaliated and done exactly what he had in mind in front of those people and everyone, it would pose more harm to his little lamb than it would to him. For her sake, he was forced to walk away without doing anything whereas the whispers in his head returned... the whispers that told him to avenge her, but if he had done it, his little lamb would have to suffer more since the attention would be remarkably centered on her.
He was to blame for everything.