Fall into a trap

Since that day, I have often encountered Kael, and he frequently follows me, even unintentionally. He says he wants to make sure I am alright.

Even though Saga is protecting me, he does not seem to care.

What is the purpose of his actions? If my name is indeed written in the book related to him, why did he not explain it in detail from the beginning?

During that time, I saw him as an ordinary human being. He even looked like a man who was unfamiliar with the world.

Perhaps it was because he was hundreds of years old and couldn't adapt to modern advances?

Kael followed me, and now we were sitting together in a café.

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked Kael.

It was lunchtime, and he seemed unable to stay away from me.

It's my lunch break, and he seems unable to stay away from me.

"I don't eat and drink like you greedy humans."

Huh? His answer was really annoying.

"Just do normal things. In my eyes, you're no different from me now."

He furrowed his brow, staring at my drink. I did it on purpose, savouring every bite of my food so he'd be tempted to eat.

I don't know, I was just being a little provocative. The funny thing was, he was watching me intently, his hazel eyes sparkling as he stared at my food that had just arrived.

"You want some, don't you? Admit it," I said to him, teasing him a little more.

He looked at me now, his lips twitching, perhaps wanting to protest, but in the end he just sighed.

"Give it to me, I'll try it," he said bluntly.

I chuckled softly; he was funny too. It was like I was on a date with a man who was only a few years older than me.

Physically, Kael looked about the same age as Alaric.

He was too handsome and charming for a four-hundred-year-old man.

I deliberately ordered extra food, because I couldn't let Kael just watch me eat. Even though he could order for himself, I was sure he was too proud to do so.

He tried the food, his eyes blinking slightly. He looked happy but was hiding it.

"Quite interesting, tasty."

I smiled, then continued eating.

Kael looked at me again, his energy was immense. I could feel him using it, as if something was pressing down on me.

"We can't stay here long," he said suddenly.

I turned my head, "Why? I don't have any more work after lunch, so it's fine."

"Vaelora, listen to my instructions."

"I don't want to."

Kael growled angrily at me, he was furious but didn't retaliate. I didn't understand, why couldn't I stay here any longer?

Just as I blinked, I was suddenly back in my office again.

What?! How did I end up here?

I nearly fainted, sitting at my desk even though I had just been at a café enjoying my coffee and lunch.

Kael did this? But where is that man? This is crazy, what just happened to me was teleportation. No ordinary human could possibly do that.

"Kaelith Vaeltharion Morveth!" I growled angrily. That man had transported me here without warning.

"Calling me, Vaelora?" Kael's voice sounded right beside me, startling me.

I sighed and got up, approaching the man who was now standing staring at me.

"You moved me from the café here. That doesn't make sense."

Kael smiled slightly, "It makes sense, Vael, because I did it. I can do anything."

An annoying answer from someone who does whatever they want. Eternal, making them selfish.

"The blood moon is only two days away, Vael, you have to take care of yourself."

Kael sounded concerned for me, but that concern wouldn't matter if something bad happened to me. His words reminded me that I couldn't get too comfortable with Kael.

I heard him sigh, he looked a little frustrated but then turned to me. Kael came closer to me, the distance between us disappeared, I felt his arm around my waist.

My eyes gazed at his face; he was taller than me, so I had to look up. Kael seemed calm now, his hands were warm like mine, like those of a normal human being.

He touched my cheek, there was a meaningful look in his beautiful hazel eyes. But I felt a little pain there.

Without realising it, I closed my eyes, we were very close. Getting closer.

His hand still held my cheek, while I touched his chest.

"Vaelora, you are too beautiful."

"You are beautiful too, Kael. I don't feel any difference between us," I whispered to him.

"I have to go. Call my name if anything happens," he whispered right next to my ear.

I could clearly smell his scent, so distinctive. His neck was right in front of my face; this distance made us very intimate.

I think I'm crazy. Kaelith was the man who marked me with that curse, yet I found myself falling into his embrace.

•••••

The night sky felt oppressive. I came home a little late because I suddenly had extra work to do at the office.

It seemed that Alaric and the others hadn't come home yet because the lights in the big house were still mostly dark.

After parking my car, I walked toward the front door. The wind blew strongly against my body, startling me slightly, as if something had passed by me but so quickly.

I saw a red-haired man standing not far from me—wasn't that Kael?

"Kael! What are you doing—," I stopped walking when the man's face became clear.

Damn, it wasn't Kaelith.

He looked like Kael, but there was a scar on his face, his eyes were glowing, and his fingers looked sharp. He was the man from my dream and also the first man I met in the archive room.

What will he do?

I took a few steps back, but the man was already behind me in the blink of an eye.

I couldn't breathe; I didn't dare turn around. The smell of earth mingled with the air. This creature... who was he?

"Vaelora, enjoying your day with Kael?" his voice whispered beside me.

I could see his hand almost wrapped around my neck.

His sharp fingers were almost cutting into my skin, my eyes widened completely, my heart was pounding, and my body was trembling.

I was afraid he would kill me now, but I also couldn't attack him.

"I am Red, and I will take you to where you belong, where you must be sacrificed!"

He gripped my shoulder so tightly that I felt a sharp pain, as if his nails were digging into it. It felt painful and burning.

“Kaelith Vaeltharion Morveth!” I shouted as loud as I could, calling Lucien’s full name, hoping he would come to save me.