"It's. . .yours?" I gawk at him, wanting to confirm if I hear him right. He doesn't say anything, but his eyes are very expressive. And his jaw, well, if he puts more pressure, he will end up breaking his jaw, and I don't think I can do anything to fix them again.
I try my best to look unaffected, but the thought of this man running around all his land but not finding the building he abandoned long ago suddenly disappearing from his eyesight has nearly cracked me up. Now I realize why he was staring at the window unblinkingly. He knows the building of this factory, so it is normal for him to locate where the window of the main office would be.
Anyways, it can't be the primary concern to me right now, as I believe he needs consolation now and a word from me that I won't hurt him or intend to take his land by force. The thought of the probable death of the innocent villagers clenches even my heart in sorrow, and I don't know how this man is bearing it. It must be hard for him, too; he would have screamed in pain when I pierced his skin with my scissors to pull out the bullet from his stomach, but he didn't because of the hollowness in his heart.
Lord, this village has beautiful scenarios. From fresh water in the lakes to fields full of fruits and golden grains. . .everything is available here, yet I didn't run into any villagers on my way here. Not a single soul was there.
"Vampires...," He breathes out, looking at the pace with his hand holding the bottle tight. After taking a sip from the flux himself without me pursuing him, he says, breathing hard, "They have destroyed my many locals nearby. Those who they spared have taken them as their stress relievers or blood bank, and those who couldn't stand against them and die, those bloodsuckers turned into one of them, as their pawn in the war against yet another deadly species, the dark hunters; the mixed bloodline notorious tribrids,"
"No tribrids," Slowly, I move towards him with my medical box and stitches in my hand, hoping he would allow me to tend his wounds. "They're only hunters with some magical abilities they are born with and then forced to feed the blood of the dead. Pushing one to be a shifter is wrong. . .but their obsession with hunting is getting so strong after every kill that they no longer remember the purpose they had before and the reason the dark hunter king married the dutchess of the Hereditary Coven in the first place."
"That's impossible! They are hunters, not like the witches."
"I completely understand you, bud. I know that it is not easy for you to take the truth right now. If I were you, I wouldn’t have, too, believed in it. After all, you lost your people in your clan. You must be heart-broken after- "
"My people are safe, and so is my sister. No matter what you say, I won’t believe in you because it was the dark hunters who saved my clan from the vampires." He snaps at me harshly. I see his dark irises burning in rage in the flicker of the candle I've just placed at his side. "And why are you moving closer? Didn't I tell you I don't need your help anymore, bruja?"
Oh, that's a piece of good news.
"It doesn't matter what you want. Know that once I am determined to do something, no one can stop me from doing it until I get done with it. I am not even using my magic on you. Then why are you stopping me?" I sigh heavily, not knowing where this patience in me is coming from again. "Besides, you seem to have a deep resentment against the witches; may I know why?"
In other circumstances, I would have just told Kikira to seal the talker's mouth, but unfortunately for me, she isn't here, or I don't think I would have asked her to do that with this poor earl who lost his people in the war running on still outside.
Luckily he doesn't shove me away or throw the flux on my face when I plunge my hot scissor into the bullet hole on his shoulder. I do not need to cut his skin more as the bullet is near, and after pulling that out, I start with my stitching, hoping the wolf will heal it naturally by the morning. Not sure if he is a wolf, but he doesn't deny it when I call him Omega.
Well, of course, by the look of his well-built chest, stomach muscle, and biceps, it will be lame of me to call him a low-ranked wolf, and from here, I yet get another work is to clean the blood on his body and take off his pant too to see if he's got any cut on his legs.
For once, he doesn't make a painful sound during the time of the local anesthesia. I expect him to shout at me, but no, he stays rooted like a good boy and keeps sipping that odd herbal water with a straight face and no disgust in his eyes. He is drinking this bitter content like it is a soft drink he is sipping, and I don't know if I should take it as a good sign or bad as he seems to look very sad. It reminds me of the time I drowned myself in alcohol when I couldn't take the blow from Blake and his cruel rejection of my love.
"Isn't it obvious to resent them?" The man says in disdain. "They don't do anything without any hidden motive."
"Sorry, but you can't expect to get anything for free." I pick the talon to clean the wound on his chin. Damn, his skin is burning.
He stays quiet for a while. "When my friend's father was sick, he appointed a healer for him. He trusted her and even formed a team with her colleagues and some experienced healer, but it wasn't enough. Even after everything he did for her, she backstabbed him and nearly pushed his father to death just because of her jealousy of my friend's future wife. His fated mate. Can you believe this?"
My hand freezes in mid-air.
Blake; this name echoes in my head, and instantly I look up to see his face to catch any familiarity of the person. I know all of Blake's friends and even his acquaintances. So, recognizing them won't be that hard for me, but even after staring long at his face, I do not seem to remember him. To confirm again, I ask with my heart in my throat, "What happened then? Is his father alright now?"
If he says no, I will not press on this matter further. But if he says otherwise, I will f**k him right now that the smell of s*x on him will be a slap on Blake's face. How dare you, Blake? Do you think I will leave you for spreading false rumors about me?
My blood boils in anger when the earl says, "Why won't he be? Benjamin. . .king Benetton is so kind, people's friend. He doesn't deserve that kind of death! He even loved that healer girl more than Blake. It's just---everyone says it's the power of her spell. It has to be, you see. Else she couldn't have both the king and the crowned prince on her side. But look what she did in the end. So horrific. Blake turns out lucky. . .if it was not his mate, coming on time with her royal healers, my friend couldn't save his father that day."
Just. What. I. f*****g Thought.
First, she had her minion steal my batch of potions and then the bunch of letters I wrote for Blake that I didn't have in me to give him during my stay in his kingdom. My love was pure for him, but his mate ruined it by printing those letters in the daily newspaper. Well, I am happy that Isabelle took the matter into her hand to break the pink glasses I had on for Blake, but I won't forgive her for framing me with the help of Luciana. That little b***h---is so dead now. Oh, no, Blake's Belle will kill herself. I'll make her do it.
In anger, I completely lost it. I have no idea how badly I start to treat the man's wound that he whimpers out in pain, cussing me, "Can't you be any more gentle, doc?" He says through his teeth, venom dripping from his sarcastic remarks. His face twists with pain, and I can tell he is barely resisting suppressing the urge to kick me away from him in the way he is folding his legs. Turning his face away from me, he moans in pain, which sends a warm sensation to my core. You are in so much trouble, babe.
"I'm sorry, but I like it rough."
I smirk when he stiffens to hear me. Raising my hand, I touch his face and leave lingering touch as I trail my forefinger to the side of his face and down to his jaw. His strong chiseled jawline hide behind his rough beard. Umm, yummy. A fetish is hard to resist.
I am. . .so going to caress it and lick it as I would ride on him. I feel his skin burning up as I touch him more and let my thumb caress the outline of his thin yet full lips as I whisper, taking my face closer to him, "You won't mind if I have a taste of you, will you?"
His head snaps towards me, and our noses almost bump against one another. Looking at me in horror, he stammers out, "What...?"
I didn't like you---at first, but now I think I am falling for your tantrums.
If I tell this to this man, he will become suspicious of me and move farther away from me. And if I say, 'You are more charming the more I look at you, especially when you space out or go into deep thought.' he will call me fickle and beg me to let him go that he is ready to be the food for the vampires. Pressing my lips in a thin line, I rake my mind but come up with nothing later. But I need to say something quickly; anything to embarrass him and make him believe that my attraction towards him is genuine.
Then I catch something in his eyes as he stares at my mouth. . .something dark and very raw, which lasts for a moment for him blinking them back. He looks away from me, muttering something under his breath, and there I notice the tip of his ears turning---red! I blink my eyes, jaw suddenly hanging low, when I glance at his pale cheeks, slightly tinting pinkish.
Oh, boy! I swear under my breath, not believing my hawk-like eyes. Has he been fighting me only to hide his crush on me?
"You are hot, have a fever, and I am cold with no extra pair of clothes." His gaze zeroth to me, face turning pink. He opens his mouth, but the poor thing seems to struggle to find a comeback for a response. I crawl towards him once, and a smile appears in my eyes soon as his gaze drops into my deep-cut wet tank top, clinging to my skin like a second skin. My breasts are not big or even small, but enough to make his man gulp hard and take a shaky breath. I press my palm on his heart and take my lips closer to his mouth as I say, "We should help each other. Let us be each other's blanket till the night is over."
"You. . .you are insane."
He stammers again, wanting to fight back. I know he can't go with it any longer when he is breathing hard and desperately wanting to put that gentleman's facade on before it slips. Besides, he is a man, and men are hungry for s*x and random hook-ups.
"Now, don't pretend like you never had a one-night stand before." I snort and brush my lips against his. His eyes turn a different shade of black, and he breaks out in a cold sweat. He tries to pull back, but I hold him close with my hand on the back of his head.
"There will be no one to judge us. It is only you and I. We can do whatever our heart desires without anything holding us back. Then why not? Why not we get the best out of this situation now?" I haven't even started with my seduction, and he looks like he has drowned already. I have never met someone with so much into me, and there is no way I will let this opportunity slide away.
"Wait till I turn this night into one special date night for you, honey."
I smile at him and feel a rare spark runs through me when I plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and his hitched breath does not go unheard either. I won't be shocked if things naturally happened between us if he goes on this way, reacting in touch under my influence. He darts out his tongue and wets his dry lips. Clearing his throat, he swallows hard again as he asks, "You will?"
He looks so. . .eager.
His eyes dart from my lips to my chest again, and his adam's apple rolls in his throat. That glint of hunger again surfaces, and he closes his eyes, taking his lips between his teeth as he chews on it softly. This act of him has done something in my underbelly and makes me tremble, but I am quick to hide my embarrassment, bringing my thighs closer even more.
"Oh, baby." I breathe out before I can stop myself. His eyes snap open, and he looks into my eyes with an intensity that arouses me hard. I smirk at him and say, "You have no idea how many things I have already planned in my mind to do with you."