Vero stared wide-eyed at Lev’s words. Didn’t he think that the kiss was enough for the night? Now he wanted to carry her? Was he trying to give her a heart attack? “I can still walk,” Vero declined. “And I won’t leave these shoes behind. They belong to Jia. She might scold me for it.” The fireworks display had ended, and they could hear music in the distance as the locals returned to their homes. Vero could hear their conversations in the wind. “I’ll talk to Jia about her shoes,” Lev said. “And whether you like it or not, I’m still going to carry you.” He shrugged. “You just have to choose.” Trying to match Lev’s tiresome arrogance, Vero put her hands on her hips. “Choose what?” she snapped. “Do you want to be carried in front or in the back?” His offer instantly made her embarrassed. Her lips twitched as she tried to hold back a shy smile. She shook her head firmly. “Didn’t you hear me? I don’t want to be carried.” “We can keep debating about this until everyone goes home, or y
Vero stared wide-eyed. She was so surprised that she even squeaked when she repeated what Lev had said. “Yes?” she added, her mouth feeling dry. Her eyes moved from his face to the hand holding the doorknob. She was so engrossed that she forgot to blink, and her eyes began to sting.Lev repeated, “Yes,” and then put his hands in his pockets and waited. Vero could feel his piercing gaze waiting for her to open the door.“A-are you sure?” Vero asked, stumbling over her words. This is crazy, she thought. What are they going to do inside? After they kiss, it’s not impossible that... that...Ding!The sound of the elevator startled Vero, and she jumped, releasing her hand from the doorknob. Both of them turned to look at the elevator. Vero felt relieved when she saw Jia coming out of it. Jia walked over, humming to herself. She stopped when she saw Vero and Lev. “What are you guys doing here?” she asked. &l
Hatice walked towards her. The sound of her shoe hitting the floor was so loud. She stopped in front of Vero and pushed up her sunglasses onto her head.“You,” she said, pointing her index finger. Her nails were sharp and adorned with bright red nail polish. “I want to talk to you.”Hatice is not a vampire. She doesn’t have the same elegance as Lev and Sant or the mysterious aura like Jia. She’s just a pure bitch.Although Vero’s legs began to tremble from the memories of Hatice’s treatment of her in the past, which brought up traumatic experiences, Vero steadied herself and met Hatice’s gaze with anger.She now knew she wasn’t alone in this place. Although Lev wasn’t by her side at the moment, she didn’t have to be afraid if something happened to her. Lev would definitely come looking for her.“I don’t feel the need to talk to you,” Vero replied. She sidestepped and glanced at Hatice’s shoes. No wonder their eyes were level now because her heels were so high. “Hatice.” Vero intention
The carved wooden double doors creaked as a servant pushed them open. Through the slowly widening gap, Lev could see the four members of The Elders had gathered. He was the last to arrive, and he knew one of them would surely comment on his lateness.“Lev,” greeted Lewin Fraunces, head of the Fraunces family and the oldest member of The Elders. “You’re late.”“You came too early,” Lev replied as he walked towards the only empty iron chair around a crystal-topped round table.The servant who had opened the door followed Lev and dragged the chair, allowing Lev to sit. As soon as Lev sat down, the servant left the room where The Elders began their meeting.They were in a birdcage-shaped greenhouse with a golden frame and crystal-clear glass. This place was more suitable for romantic events or stargazing at night than for old vampires who enjoyed discussing what other rules they should apply to keep Duradel humans obedient to them.“You—” Lewin’s tone rose. The wrinkles on his face were c
Sant pressed his finger to Vero’s lips and then placed his other finger on his lips. “Shh,” he whispered. “Follow me.”Vero didn’t understand why Sant wanted her to follow him, but she could only nod and submit as Sant dragged her into a nearby room, which turned out to be a storage room for cleaning supplies.They squeezed into the small space, and Vero almost toppled a pile of brooms in the corner when her foot accidentally bumped into them. Fortunately, Sant quickly caught them and carefully returned the brooms to their place.They stood facing the door, with her back leaning against his chest, and she could faintly feel his steady heartbeat. Vero didn’t dare speak or ask questions. She felt the tension in Sant’s grip on her hand and his other hand still covering her mouth, as if he was afraid she would scream.After a short while, Vero saw black shadows passing through the gap under the door. There was no sound, only darkness that temporarily obscured the light in the cramped room
Moonlight beams penetrated through the gap between the curtains. Vero tried to close her eyes repeatedly, but her mind couldn’t shut down for a moment to fall asleep. It was still vividly imprinted in her memory how serious and worried Lev and Sant’s faces were.What actually happened? Why did Lev bring up the topic of blood tests? Did her blood hide a dangerous secret for both vampires and herself? And there was another thing that bothered her. Who was Castellar? Why were his servants looking for her?Vero shifted from one side to another. Her eyes were open, and her gaze fell on the veranda door. Suddenly, the air in the room felt so hot and stuffy. Though she had never felt swelter since arriving in Duradel.She pulled back the blanket that covered her legs, then hugged a pillow, trying to find comfort. But her anxiety continued to haunt her tonight.After a futile struggle for several hours, she finally succumbed to her mind full of questions. She sat on the edge of the bed, stari
Vero felt uncomfortable when she has to talk about who she was. She has never told anyone about her past trauma, her life before being adopted by the Windward couple.It is a chapter of her life that she wanted to bury deep and forget. She turned and walked toward the collapsed wall. Her hand touched the wall while her eyes explore the peaceful night view.She heard Lev’s footsteps approaching her. He stopped right behind her and whispered, “I won’t judge.”His voice sounds as gentle as the wind in her ear and sent a shiver throughout her body. Vero closed her eyes for a moment, swallowed, and took a deep breath. “I am... an adopted child.”Lev said nothing, so Vero continued her story.*The children at The Holy Mary orphanage always said that Verona was the nuns’ favorite child. But she never felt like it. The nuns who took care of them were indeed good people, and not just toward her.Although that was the reality, those children always used that as a reason to bully her, and Veron
Lev took her home that night after they saw the motorcade heading towards Noblebranch. Besides saying that his sibling was in one of the cars, Lev didn’t say anything else. Even when they arrived at Vero’s room balcony and Vero bid him goodnight, Lev only nodded and brushed his finger against the back of her hand before leaving.Once again, their conversation had failed. None of Vero’s questions were answered, but at least she got a little clue. Lev wanted to know who she really was, and her origin. And given that she was a discarded child, it might have something to do with her biological family.With that thought, Vero fell asleep.It was six in the morning when someone knocked on her door, calling her name.“Verona Windward!”Vero groaned and pushed aside the pillow covering her head. Rubbing her eyes, she got up from bed and walked towards the door. When she opened it, Ms. Caroline’s angry face greeted her.“Ms. Windward,” called Ms. Caroline in an icy voice. “Are you planning to