Chapter 97: Every drop counts

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A look of worry and dread entered Eve's eyes while her ankle was tightly held by the pureblooded vampire sitting in front of her. The thought of him knowing the truth about her had her head spin, and she would have passed out if it weren't for the severe pain she felt in her foot.Â

Eve quickly bowed at her employer from where she sat and pleaded, "Please don't hurt me. I don't want to die," her voice trembled at the end.Â

She didn't want him drinking her blood because she had heard of how vampires and werewolves held low tolerance when it came to their prey. A human barely made it out alive in the company of the vampires, and she was a mermaid whose blood enticed the vampire more than human blood.Â

"Who said anything about dying?"Â_{pᴀɴᴅᴀ-.ᴄᴏᴍ}

Vincent stared at her with eyes that seemed darker than when they were at the ballroom, the look on his face serious, while Eve's heartbeat filled his ears in the quiet room. "Don't worry, I have no plans to kill you. Not tonight at least."

 Eve turned hopeful by his words and asked, "Then you won't drink my blood?" But the corner of his lips pulled up, unnerving her.

With her secret exposed, Eve's mind had stopped functioning, and all she could think about was how she was in trouble. She hadn't forgotten the mermaid in the ballroom, who was being tortured. But at the same time, she also realised if Vincent wanted to hurt her, he would have done it long ago.Â

"The irony that the night I visited your home, I dismissed only your house from being searched. The siren realised you were a creature of water," a dry chuckle escaped from Vincent while Eve's face paled further. "Your life shall be spared by you offering your blood to me. Do you agree?"Â

And though Vincent posed it as a question, Eve knew there was no option to disagree with his words.Â_{pᴀɴᴅᴀ ɴoᴠᴇʟ}

Taking a deep breath, she asked, "How much?"

The wicked smile on Vincent's lips broadened, "Enough to satisfy my thirst and before death calls you."

Eve carefully weighed his words. She wondered if he perhaps wanted to keep her blood for himself which was why he had brought her here.Â

"Does that come with a promise to never reveal to anyone what I am?" Eve questioned him.Â

"Sure, but you quit and run, Ms. Barlow, I wouldn't be pleased and neither would you when I find you." He noticed the blood slowly trickle down from her sole.Â_{ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​}

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A person's word could be empty, but what other options did Eve have that could save her? She nodded her head.Â

"Take a deep breath," Vincent ordered her, his free hand holding the glass piece in her foot and Eve whimpered in pain even though the sharp glass was yet to be removed. Her hands quickly moved to clutch tightly on the sides of the chair she sat.Â

pᴀɴᴅᴀ-ɴoᴠᴇʟ She took a deep breath. Her face scrunched and closed her eyes as she readied herself to the oncoming pain.Â

When Vincent pulled the broken glass piece from Eve's foot in one swift movement, an incoherent cry escaped from her lips that lightly echoed through the corridor next to the room they had occupied. The glass made a soft clatter when Vincent placed it on the table. She dug her fingernails into the wooden chair before slightly scraping the bottom surface of the seat.Â

Blood started to trickle down from the wound and the very next moment, Vincent leaned in and licked the mermaid's blood. The taste of the blood burst on his tongue. It was rich in texture and held an indescribable sweetness compared to any mermaid's blood he had ever tasted until now.Â

Eve's eyebrows deeply furrowed in pain and her eyes fell on the sight in front of her.Â

Vincent held her ankle in a tight grip. The wound was fresh and painful, but it mixed with the ticklish feeling, as he sucked every drop of blood on her sole that slipped from her wound without letting even a single drop go to waste.Â

She watched his pink tongue run from the edge of her heel up to the wound, and when it reached the wound, his tongue disappeared inside his mouth before his mouth sucked the blood. The pain in her foot didn't reduce one bit, but right now her cheeks burned brighter than the candles in the room.

Until now, no male had ever kissed her except on the back of her hand. Blood pumped faster in her heart, her heartbeat louder, and she felt faint. She silently prayed to God, hoping this vampire wouldn't continue drinking her blood until the very last drop of blood and would keep his word.Â

Somewhere, Eve was scared that Vincent would sink his fangs in her foot because she had caught a glimpse of Vincent's fangs. The movement of his tongue was gentle on her feet, and his lips soft as they brushed against the sole of her foot every now and then to capture her blood that refused to stop spilling.Â

When his lips tickled one side of her foot, Eve jerked backwards and tried to pull her leg, only to be stopped by his hand tightening around her ankle.

Vincent opened his dark red eyes, and they met hers, and her lips were parted.Â

Eve's blood awakened a hunger that he had never felt before, and it took a lot of restraint to draw himself away from the blood. He gave her wound one last lick that squeezed Eve's heart from the burn and pain she felt, along with her face turning flush in embarrassment.Â

Vincent ran his tongue across his blood-red lips, savouring the remnants of the intoxicating blood he had just drunk. Eve noticed something very dark and dangerous with how he looked at her now, and she softly gulped.Â

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