Chapter one hundred and twenty three. Anastasia's POV. The dining room is lit with dull lights in the colors blue and red, spread out such that they give the room a sensual sense and, at the same time, a beauty that captures my attention. Apart from that, the dining table seems weirdly long, with just two chairs arranged so that they are vertically opposite each other. Then, there are foods spread out on the table. I wonder how I'd pick the apple in the middle of the table. As I watch the decorations, I allow myself to calm down, knowing that tonight would go well. I didn't talk much with Hillary about it, so I don't know what could happen. By the way, there are people in the room. Apart from the vampires at the door, guarding that spot, I see chefs setting up the table. Almost done. I wonder if there are also vampires. Soon, they are done, and in no time, the guards open the door. My eyes shift there almost instantly when I hear the soft creak. There is Nicholas, gracing the ro
Chapter one hundred and twenty four.Anastasia's POV. Nicholas is watching me with a facial expression I cannot decipher, but I know he isn't being a dickhead at the moment. I continue with my food, while he has stopped. Since we've been here, I've noticed he's drinking more from the stainless cup in front of him, being held mildly by two of his fingers around the handle. I think it may contain blood. And strangely enough, it did not freak me out. I drop my fork and focus on him. "Are we starting a conversation or not?"He scoffs, his lips being lined to the left. "Well, can I not appreciate your beauty, Anastasia?""Well, if you waste my time, you'll find this face not sharing its beauty with you." I say back, almost instantly, and he chuckles lowly. He shakes his head at me afterward. "The way you act is very stubborn. It's befitting.""Perhaps we can start by learning what you mean by that?" As much as my statement may have sounded, I am trying to ask him when he's going to tel
Chapter one hundred and twenty five.Anastasia's POVA few minutes pass before he asks me a question: "How did you feel when you knew you were my mate? And by that, I mean, when you really understood what it meant to be a vampire's mate, my own mate?" Why did I sense a great form of possession in that last interrogative sentence? Or maybe it's just my mind playing a trick on me...I hum, not exactly knowing how to answer a question as such. "Well, I don't know." And till now, I have no idea how I'm supposed to work with that...And you know, there is a long list of many obstructions that this has. First, you are a being who doesn't die. I do. It can't even work. You won't age, but I would, and it would not even make any sense. Second, I would never want to be with someone who has a lot of enemies and who has also killed people that I cherish. It means I am gaining more enemies and I have nothing with which to protect myself. Plus, I cannot have my children already having people who wan
Chapter one hundred and twenty six. Anastasia's POV.Nicholas is next to me, his eyes checking at me through the corners, and I smile at myself, inwardly of course. I acted as though I didn't know. As a vampire, he could know that I know, but as long as he isn't talking about it, I don't care. Soon, we arrive in front of a new door. Nicholas opens the new door yet again with his mind. "I see it's something of the norm here." "You all don't know how to open doors with your hands?" I ask with a little sarcasm in my tone, and he chuckles. "Well, well," is all he states as he smiles. "Please..." his voice trails off again as he stretches his hand forward for me to take. I squint my eyes with hesitation before heading in, but then, after a few seconds of staring into his eyes and noticing that he's only just smiling at my childish act, I walk inside. This space is dim, with a few scented candles spread out. I wandered my eyes around, not seeing much, but at least I was able to see a
Chapter one hundred and twenty seven. Anastasia's POV. Do you remember that time when you were typing on your phone and you needed your hands to dry so you could type faster, but then that's when you'd start feeling the sweats coming on and you'd try to control them, but it would be impossible? And the more you fight against it, the more your palms have reason to want to sweat the more. Funny for someone who is a writer and is a palm-sweater, if that makes sense as a meaning for it. Anyway, what happened in my thoughts is exactly what happened to Nicholas. Although, now, he is leading the way to my room. He walks beside me, his eyes gazing downward. I feel somewhat judgmental about his feelings, more like I may have caused them. I mean, I did prompt him to act like that, but if I learned anything tonight, it is that he really does not want to hurt me, at least not physically. We are close to the hallway, and around the corner is where the door to my room is. Oh, yes, back to what
Chapter one hundred and twenty eight. Chapter. Nicholas's POV. It is two weeks, three days, and five hours after the dinner with Anastasia. My monster and I, as much as we never agreed on what happened that night, and despite my annoyance at him for losing control and almost drinking from her when we both know he cannot control it, we are glad that, in a sense, we have been able to make her see us as something other than a demon, which she used to believe before. Now, I am in my room, awaiting the arrival of my brothers. The Brother's Feast is tonight. It is finally here. It is finally happening tonight. By the way, Enit'ayanf is still here, so I am not bothered by him. And to be honest, I know the others would arrive early except for Cornelius, Raven, and Cyrus, who are bosses of their own and like to give me some pain in the ass. I have worn my wooden trousers and put on the black shoes. I am wearing the shirt when the door opens. My sense of smell took over, and without e
Chapter one hundred and twenty nine. Anastasia's POV. I can't help but think of how he could have gotten in contact with me. I mean, this phone isn't supposed to reach anyone else but the vampires around me, and not even just any vampire around me, but the one I am familiar with, so this is just a great shocker that he could reach me. I placed the phone close to my ears again, and this time I could only hear his hard breathing. It made me guess he is very pissed, like, palm-twitchingly pissed...at me? Who knows? "Cole Hunter?" I sound more like I'm affirming than asking for confirmation, and I have a low voice. "I see you have refused to use the object given to you, and tonight is the night these dead beings ought to die. Finally, you have cast yourself as one of them, Anastasia, and for that, I am deeply ashamed of your existence. You're a traitor to everyone in your race, and you must know that. With that said, if you're never allowed to be seen with any human ever again,
Chapter one hundred and thirty. Nicholas's POV. My legs dive through the air, my body heading towards the scene of the fight. At this point, in my mind, I knew I'd had enough with Cole Hunter. I won't let him bother me again, and at this stage, I have a way to achieve that. And that's also why I'm trying not to let Anastasia know anything about it, as I know that if she found out, she would want to stop me. Anyway, arriving at the scene of the fight, I soon sense that Hillary and Enit'ayanf are already diverting their attention from my behind. They are heading to find Cyrus and Raven individually while I focus on Cornelius. Sooner than later, I see his vehicle in the distance. As fascinated and astonished as I am by thr fact thay I cannot snell his scent neither can I connect with him because of the content infused in the air, however, I make my way towards hin and arriving there, once he sees mu presence, the idiot smirks. "And how did you find me, brother?" He smirks even hard