"Uh... umph..." She couldn't produce any sound. She wanted to cry out for help. She couldn't understand why the two vampires, upon seeing the person behind them, would panic so much. Perhaps, the one who kidnapped her was some terrifying monster? With this thought, Ivana took in a cold breath.
"Knowing your strength is only this much, and still trying to struggle?"
"Who are you?" She hurriedly asked as the man's grip on her was loosened but still holding her body tightly from behind.
"Your memory really isn't very good. But I think it will remember me," Luo said with a smile, burying his chin into Ivana's tender neck. His red hair gently brushed her skin, then habitually pestered her.
"Ivana, I missed you," he whispered in her ear, then gently bit her sensitive earlobe.
"You..." she was so angry she couldn't speak properly. Her flushed face was like a blooming rose, charming and mesmerizing.
"Let me go!"
"No."
"Do you know who I am? ... I am the highest-ranked witch at the ruler's side. I have a very high status!"
She didn't want to boast but hoped that the man holding her would give up when she emphasized her position.
"Oh? Is that so? You want to be the highest witch? So you want to be a Blood Witch?" Luo's tone turned serious.
"I... I am a Blood Witch! That—that is a title granted to me by King Gang," she stammered, desperately trying to lie to him.
Ivana blinked her dark eyes repeatedly, nervously speaking with a blush on her face.
She waited for him to loosen his hold but unexpectedly, he embraced her more firmly from behind.
"Ivana, why don't you ask about my identity? Do you really not care about what I am?"
He was so attentive to her that he repeatedly pulled her out of danger. In fact, he was slowly starting to accept the fact that she was human.
Ivana remained silent, merely protesting inwardly. She couldn't deny that she had thought about him so much that she couldn't sleep that night. It was rather ridiculous for a stranger!
"Don't move. Just let me hold you like this."
Their bodies pressed close. It seemed like she could feel his heartbeat. Smelling her faint scent, he leaned comfortably on her left shoulder. It was very quiet. Yes, this felt good. His cold body warmed for the first time.
Because of you, Ivana.
The lighting here was much better than that dark palace last time—she could feel his steady breathing, and she thought—he must be asleep now.
My Lord, I am not unwilling to escape his embrace, yet—this wicked devil, so dominant, I feel powerless to resist.
Ivana prayed devoutly, but a stray thought suddenly crept in.
"Ivana, why don't you ask about my identity? Do you really not care about what I am?" Luo tried to steer the conversation away. He didn't want to guess her intentions or schemes. God knows how much he missed her these past few days.
If she turned her head, she could see his face. That face, shrouded in darkness, mysterious and indistinct.
Perhaps she just wanted to glance once. Just once—that's not sinful, right? Her curiosity was overwhelming, driving her body to move.
Her gaze shifted to the left, and she could no longer look away.
This charming young girl might not realize that that one glance was a love that spanned thousands of years—a moment etched deep in her soul, the beginning of an unforgettable love.