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Chapter 34
The room would have been quiet if not for the heavy breathing and groans coming from Zev’s guests. It was only a few minutes since Lucian left and Zev had started a sweet and spicy conversation with the vampires but the latter seemed opposed to how the host treated them. Zev talked sweetly as if he was harmless--- someone who couldn’t flick even a fly. Besides, his intention was as spicy as chili despite the sugary phrases he spoke. Zev’s words pricked through his guests' flesh.
“Tell me, what’s your intention in barging in my territory?” Zev asked for the nth time when the white-haired vampire remained silent. He gave him a few seconds and when he refused to answer, he pummeled him with a rod with Wisteria wood on its tip. His victim moaned in pain. Zev had created holes in his body and he said nothing yet.
As impatient as he was, Zev threw the rod and pinched the guy’s cheek. His fingernails pierced through the other’s face when he asked the same
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