Chapter 9 Sylvie's Demand

Yet now Sylvie claimed that she was cured. Sylvie argued, "We can let him try. It won't take a lot of time."

Aria said nothing. Instead, she approached Evan and sized him up. She was fiddling with a knife, swirling it around like it was a toy.

…

A long while later, she pulled her gaze away. Tartly, she said, "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, for Ms. Stanton's sake. Resurrect the Iron Dragon, and I'll be in your debt. Fail, and I'll kill you!"

Evan felt cold steel scrape across his throat. The swirling knife touched his skin, and the chill spread through his body. He stepped back without thinking.

Worried, Sylvie asked, "Are you sure you can do this?"

"I'll give it a shot," Evan replied. "But I need the place to be completely quiet."

Everyone thought he just wanted to chase everyone out.

William was looking at Evan as if he was already dead. "Don't push your luck, lad! Do you have any idea what will happen to you if you fail?"

He was desecrating the Iron Dragon's remains.

William thought, 'He's done for!'

Sylvie did her best to give Evan what he wanted. Everyone would leave the room, and they would clear out the whole floor as well.

A bodyguard huddled closer to Sylvie. "Ms. Stanton, the people who hurt Mr. Norwood are on this floor as well."

Sylvie's face fell. A frosty mask took over. "Where are they? Take me to them." She wanted to get back at the women for Evan. After she found out his whole story, fury took over her mind.

Evan saved her life, but those women saw him as nothing more than a toy, a replacement. They played with him like a pet they got on Christmas and abandoned him when they felt like it.

She thought, 'Do those morons really think they're proper heiresses? Since you love to trample all over someone else's dignity, perhaps you should have a taste of your own medicine!'

She arrived at Zeke's ward and was about to shove the door open, but then she heard Zeke's voice. The heiresses' laughter followed soon after.

"I think you should kick Evan out, Hazel," said Zeke nonchalantly, but he was also testing the waters. "All the donations must’ve been hard on him. I don't want to share you three with anyone either. It feels weird."

He added, "I'm not asking you to kick him out like a stray. I just want you to give him freedom. He can stop donating blood to me."

Sylvie thought furiously, 'So, not only have they not realized their mistake, but they want to kick Mr. Norwood out?'

Her face was darker now. She was waiting for the ladies' answer.

The heiresses wanted to say yes immediately, but they held their tongue. In the end, they said, "Um, maybe that can wait."

Their voices surprised them. Suddenly, they realized that Evan was redundant since Zeke came back. They only kept him around because he was Zeke's replacement. However, they never had the idea of letting him leave.

It was conflicting. They didn't want Evan to disturb them again, but they did not want him to leave either. 'We just want him around so he can give his blood to Zeke,' they thought, but they were already panicking a little.

Zeke's face turned dark as thunder, and murder flitted across his eyes. He was just trying to see where the heiresses stood when it came to Evan, and they hesitated to kick him out.

That only stoked his bloodlust further.

'Evan must die!' he thought venomously. 'Once I find that other donor, I'll kill Evan!'

He was about to say something, but someone flung the door open, and it hit the wall with a slam. An unbelievably gorgeous woman stood beyond the door, staring at him with ice-cold fury.

Coldly, Sylvie asked, "Zeke Carter, I presume?"

Zeke was flabbergasted. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

She was too gorgeous not to look. His attention was taken away, and his eyes were glued to her. The heiresses stood up, filled with animosity for the stranger.

"Kick them out! All of them!" she ordered. A pair of bodyguards came right in and started chasing the four of them out.