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Kayden narrowed his eyes, denouncing her words, and she quickly justified, "Metaphorically.... Metaphorically Kaeden" rolled her eyes sarcastically, adding, "I thank the Almighty that there is someone who understands me in this strange place."

Kayden narrowed his eyes even more, on the verge of losing whatever patience he had left, unbearable at the thought that she had found a way to communicate with his reckless brother.

"He understands the language of metaphor," she explained, trying to push him away from his brother, shocked by his unwavering toughness, feeling as if she was trying to push a mountain in front of her.

Damian wandered with his confused looks between them, surprising his brother's possessive tendency and his unjustified interest in this humanity, especially after it seemed clear to him that he did not obtain it or subsist from it, wondering about the reason for the exaggerated protectionism towards it.

"I can help you, I can train you according to your physical capabilities. My brother here is used to training the toughest soldiers of his platoon, and you are definitely impossible to be or become one of them."

Her lips clenched at him with suspicion, she thought of his suggestion in her mind, that it was Damian who she certainly did not want to deal with in any way whatsoever, but he was right, Kaiden thinks her of the solidity and determination of his soldiers, and she certainly is not.

"Yes, that's exactly what I need, starting from scratch, your brother here thinks I'm a combat expert, he wants me to fight him all at once."

And here came Kayden's turn to object, impossible to leave her under Damian's tutelage, standing in his face, warning him with his threatening gaze, "Retreat....now."

Celine once again crosses the boundary between them, feeling that she is really a fly hovering between their feet, calling them.

"Would you stop!!"

Two pairs of sparkling eyes shone upon her, snatching her breath. Her thick saliva spurted out, and she stammered:

"Damien is right, he can teach me the first principles of combat and then I can follow and stab you as you were asking me a little while ago," she said, smiling at him blithely, revealing all her teeth.

Damian grunted, laughing, enjoying the play that was running before my eyes, although he did not understand any of the reasons for it, but the whole issue made him excited, "Yes, brother, I promise to teach her the technique of stabbing you skillfully."

She interrupted him with a piercing look warning him to shut up, and returned her attention to Kaeden, addressing him in a very confident tone, "Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Kayden raised his eyebrows, staring at her with a defiance of the sword, which she soon caught until it caused her back to bend from its weight, and she fell with him to the ground unable to carry it.

"Yes...is that clear?" he commented sarcastically

Then he warned his brother, "If she gets scratched, I will come to you, I understand!!"

Damian laughed a faint laugh that did not reach his eyes, escaping from his brother's stern looks, occupying himself with observing Celine, who is trying to hold the sword steadily and fails to return the ball again without tirelessness or boredom.

.......

"That's a lot, I can't lift any more, I can't feel my arms anymore"

She grumbled, lying flat on the ground, stretching her limbs in every direction, gasping for breath, "You're evil, I shouldn't have listened to you."

Damien lay beside her, his lip twisted, a cute side smile, his secret weapon on the mission to rob the hearts of virgins, "You have impressed me, lady, I didn't expect you to match me in everything I ask of you."

"Well, I didn't want to seem to you to give up so quickly."

She commented, trying to contain the whirlwind of turbulent feelings that gripped her from time to time, whispering, "I don't know how much time I have, I have to be ready when the time comes."

Damian lay on his right torso, snatching a lock of her hair and caressing it between his fingertips, "What is my brother hiding from me? What made him acquire you, train you, and keep you close to him without even touching you?"

She turned to him with the intention of asking him how he knew that he had not yet had her, surprised by his close proximity, sweeping her private space, staring at the bright sparkle of his eyes captivated by them, opening her mouth important to comment on what he said to come back empty feeling the words scattered in her mind in every direction, and Damian took advantage of her scattering pushes her body to a position of independence He lay flat on top of her, fixing her with the weight of his body, taking a disapproving gasp from between her luscious lips.

She fidgeted under him, trying to break free from him in vain, and he didn't give in to her refusal. He came close to her ear and whispered in a sly tone, "As long as he hasn't disobeyed you yet, he gives me a fair chance to try to get you, and that will be my next goal, I promise."

She punched him in the hard chest, causing her to ache with her fists roaring crankly, "Get away from me, Damian, and who told you that I care about what you want?"

"Lie, I can sense your desire for me, your heart beats faster and your scent changes."

She fidgeted under him, feeling her anger rising at his inappropriate behavior. "All this does not explain that I want you, you arrogant one. I assure you that I hate you, and your proximity to me disgusts me like this, and I do not desire him as I desire Kayden's proximity and touching."

The harshness of her words shocked him, so he rose up in anger, and she took advantage of his distance, standing from her place, noticing that her words provoked his anger, and stabbed his male pride.

But he quickly contained the whirlwind of anger and disappointment, returning to her with a malicious smile that aroused her suspicion, expecting that the next one would not like her.

It is Damien who does not accept defeat for any reason.

He stood in front of her, facing her, and with an instinctive instinct he took off the arrow that she had stuck to his chest and stuck it to her chest, saying:

"It seems very clear that my brother does not want you, he already has an ancient female of noble blood, his fiancée, who refuses to give her up for any reason." that as soon as he is done with you he will throw you to me, and then you will do me nothing but scum, so think carefully before you choose, my sweet."

Her mouth dried, and she felt his words sink deep into her like serrated daggers ripping apart everything that crosses her path.

His words hit the heart of the goal, but it is her pride.

She knows that Kayden will throw her when he's done with her, but uttering these words in public inevitably turns them into reality, shocked by the nature of his relationship with Larissa,

Larissa be his fiancée

Damian stuck his deadly arrow in her chest, and left, leaving her floundering in her disappointment, sadness and distraction.

She entered the library looking for him, she had not seen him for days.

She still trains in the weightlifting room every night after everyone leaves for the serena fishing, as they use it during the day to pass the time while they wait for the sunset to get out of their homes and go about their daily lives.

I have learned some basics about them over the past period.

They do not sleep much, as several hours are sufficient for them.

Their women are sacred. Each male of them has a female that he considers to be one of the most precious objects. He respects her, contains her, and adores her with all his being. He considers her to be his soul mate and his second half, which, if he loses her, he will be filled with an emptiness that is impossible for any other female to fill.

Their jealousy is instinctive and inquisitive, their spirit of possession is absent from them the work of reason and logic, and for these reasons in particular, it is impossible for a male to raise his eyes to a female other male, or else a catastrophe will fall upon him that will not be resolved except by his death, as her partner will seek to impose his control and prove his ownership and eliminate the threat that does not disappear except with the death of the intruder For this reason, no male would dare to seek another female, or else the consequences would never be benign.

She and Kayden still avoid discussing what she witnessed that day, claiming it didn't happen.

I knew that he needs blood once or twice a month, according to the percentage of his use of his strength and his wasting of his energy.

And Larissa, Larissa is another story, Damien believed that.

She is his fiancée!!!

His faithful fiancée who has been waiting for their marriage for four centuries!! Well no comment!!

No, there is a comment.

His fiancée sleeps in a room alone, she does not dare to raise her sight or her voice in his presence, and she does not have the right to blame him for the presence of another woman who shares his bed with him!!

Finally, we come to her, who is still ignorant of her position in all of this, and what is the reason for her continuing presence in his ward until this moment.

Does he have feelings for her?

Yes, this is not doubtful, as his feelings towards her are clearly revealed by all his actions and dealings with her.

and his transgressions against her rebellion, provided that this matter remains between them,

But despite all this, she does not feel satisfied, but rather wants more, more of everything.

He looked up at her the moment she walked in, his eyes opened to see her.

He has missed her recently, but he is still affected by running away from confronting her after that fateful incident, so he is satisfied with taking refuge in his ward after making sure that she is in a deep sleep.

She roamed into his office, lying on the ground, the moment he raised his handsome face to her, smiling at her, simulating his charming smile, feeling it, stole her heartbeat for a moment, wishing for this moment to continue forever, a moment she forgot her anger and anger at him, contemplating his huge body occupying half the table in front of him, books are furnished above her in every direction, The open ones and the closed ones.

She approached him, embracing their gazes, fascinated by his black hair tied behind his head, revealing the features of his attractive face, tinged with seriousness and cruelty.

His smile widened as she approached, revealing his pearly teeth and serrated fangs, and she frowned, recalling the memory of his food from Larissa. The pink cloud that had sunk between its folds for a nice moment was removed. The middle of the room refused to advance to him, she wanted to run away, she felt her heart contract, and her soul moaning.

Leaving his seat, he hurries to her by himself, noticing her change of mood and sullen features, sensing her anger, sadness and fear.

Without any comment, he took her in his arms very gently, containing her tiny body against his solid body, lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him without introduction.

A kiss she was waiting for his initiative, and when she got tired of waiting, she decided to get it herself.

She began gentle and shy, gradually escalated into a possessive despondency, and ended it by clenching her teeth harshly to his lip with a silent message describing its meaning.

A message that he understood easily, his sun and his second half, giving him what he needs from her, proving to him that she is a fighter, a warrior, brave and able to be up to the responsibility that he will place on her, unaware that he will reach a stage that he will refuse to risk for any reason