For a split second, her expressionless face appeared endearing. Like a bunny or a mouse who didn’t realize a Lion was about to eat her.
“You’re going to accept it.”
“Will you make me submit? You will get your fingers severed if you put your hand on me.”
Nikolai’s brow’s wrung together. She was becoming very adept at intimidating him. Her tongue. That tongue…
“Why don’t we strike a deal?” He made a suggestion, only to have her dismiss it with a snide snort that made him clench his teeth. At this time, one may say that he had met his match.
He needed to give her his blood right away; else, she would die. He probably would have blended it into a beverage, If it was going to work that way.
Ophelia stood up from the bed while keeping a blank expression on her face, walked up to him, and then sat down at the edge of the bed next to the food while keeping her eyes fixed on him.
“I don’t want to live, I don’t want to go back to being an assassin for my ignorant, power-hungry father who is being controlled by his ignorant, power-hungry brother.” She spoke unbotheredly, forcing a smile at the end, before diverting her attention away from him and toward the sizzling delicacies next to her.
Intensely gazing at her, Nikolai cocked his head to the side. She was becoming more intriguing to him. He no longer needed to manipulate her to enrage the moon goddess, he wanted her, voluntarily and genuinely.
“Tragic background.” He noticed that she was intently focusing on the dish and he clicked his tongue.
“You shouldn’t reply all the time.” She returned, her hand resting on her stomach.
He could hear the raucous, irate grumble. She really was starving.
“It’s for you; you can eat if you want.” He spoke sluggishly.
“Really?!” When Ophelia inquired, the enthusiasm in her voice caused his chest to thump.
She grabbed the tray, set it on her lap, and then grinned while looking at him with her sparkling eyes. She had the same expression as a young child who had received her favorite toy.
“You must take the cure.” He growled, her smile fell causing him to groan in annoyance.
“Can’t this be the last meal I eat?” When Ophelia took a fork and dove it into the roasted beef with sauce, she questioned with her lips pursed. “But why do you care? I tried to murder you, you attempted to kill me. Nothing will turn out fine if I li..”
“Did you not hear me?!”
She flinched at the rage in his words and gasped as his crimson eyes darkened with the same wrath.
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