But before I could pull the key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so strong that it seemed to crush my bones.
My heart leaped to my throat.
Only then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes and was staring at me.
I quickly withdrew my hand. However, Hobson held my wrist in a vice-like grip.
I didn’t expect Hobson’s withered hands would be strong enough to trap me in place.
He stared at me hungrily as if he had been looking at a prey.
I swallowed and tried my best to calm down.
“I… I was just curious…” I said, trying to make up an excuse.
However, Hobson interrupted me.
“What’s that smell on you?” Hobson’s eyes turned red, which was a sign of a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires had gone berserk last night at the smell of my blood.
My heart tightened. I quickly touched my face with another hand. The wound on my face had healed, so there wouldn’t be any traces of blood.
His grip on my wrist tightened as if he were going to break my hand.
“Let go of me.” I stepped back and withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe distance from Hobson.
Hobson, however, didn’t loosen his grip. He stared at me wildly as if he were possessed.
I followed his gaze and found that my sleeve was stained with blood.
I might have wiped the blood with my sleeve when I got hurt.
“It smells so great.” Hobson’s fangs protruded as he leaned closer and sniffed my sleeve.
He was like an addict.
The pain in my hand seemed to intensify with every passing moment. I feared he might dislocate my hand.
“Sylvia, turn into a wolf! Otherwise, he will break your hand!” Yana screamed in my head.
“It’s too late.”
Hobson grabbed my hand and sat up on the coffin. His eyes blazed with hunger and thirst. “This is Noreen’s scent,” he muttered. “I’m absolutely sure.”
Sylvia’s POV
I was startled to hear that. How could my blood smelled like a black witch?
‘Nonsense! Like father, like children. The entire family was insane.”
I couldn’t care less, so I pulled out my hand from his hold with all my strength.
I rubbed my wrist as a pang of regret settled on my heart. I should have thought of a different way to escape. I was stuck now. To make things worse, I have gotten into big trouble.
Looking at Hobson’s bloodthirsty face, I pursed my lips and retreated slightly, ready to fight.
“Noreen’s scent!” Hobson stared at me and slowly crawled out of the coffin, like a wild demon.
“You’re wrong. How could I smell like the black witch? That’s crazy!” I retorted as I stepped back toward the door.
Hobson chuckled, and the wrinkles on his face grew more prominent. He pursed his purple lips; his eyes glinted with malice. “How could I be wrong? I won’t forget Noreen’s scent even in my dreams.”
His face contorted with rage. “It was she who made me like this.”
“What’s that got to do with me?” I was in no mood to listen to his nonsense, so I turned around to leave.
But to my surprise, Hobson ran behind me and grabbed my neck.
His ferocity soared, and his sharp fangs grew bigger.
I desperately struggled to free myself from his hold but couldn’t. My lungs constricted, and I could feel my feet gradually leave the floor. “Let me go!”
Hobson’s eyes turned red. He strangled my neck with all his strength.
I slapped his hands as my face turned red. I could hear my drumming heart.
The moment my vision grew blurry and my mind went blank, Hobson suddenly loosened his grip on my neck.
He grabbed my hand and gently rubbed it against his sharp teeth. Blood instantly trickled out, and its scent wafted in the air.
Hobson’s red eyes glinted with excitement as he greedily licked my hand.
I felt like I were his prey.
It looked like he was about to devour me. Judging from his expression, Hobson no longer cared about his agreement with Geoffrey.
I felt a searing pain in my hand as Hobson continued to suck my blood like a maniac.
At that moment, I found his dry fingers had restored their original condition, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to gradually disappear.
‘Oh, God! Is this some kind of sorcery?’ Dread and unease settled in the pit of my stomach.
I couldn’t believe my blood was healing Hobson.
However, I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.
I only wanted to leave this place.
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