The slave nodded vigorously. Fear seemed to overtake her because she began to cry again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to fly into a rage. Annoyed beyond belief, I reached for a pen and paper from the table and threw them to her.
The slave picked up the pen in a hurry and started scrawling on the paper with her trembling hand.
A few seconds later, she gingerly placed the note on the table and quickly retreated back to the bedside, fearing that I would kill her.
Snorting impatiently, I picked up the note and tried to read it. The handwriting on it was so messy that I could barely make out a word.
I narrowed my eyes and did my best to decipher each scribble.
In the end, I was able to glean from her messy note that she was a vampire whose special power had to do with hallucination. That was to say, the reason why she could look and even smell the same as Sylvia was because of this.
The note also mentioned that the reason why she couldn’t speak was because Geoffrey had poisoned her. So, everything that I had heard earlier didn’t come from Ashley’s mouth. It came from my imagination.
I stared at the note for a long time before looking at her. “Do you know the secrets of this pack?”
With trembling lips, the slave nodded, and then quickly shook her head.
“What is it? Yes or no?” I pursed my lips unhappily and felt my patience running thin. If it weren’t for the information she might have, I would’ve thrown her out by now.
Tears streamed down the slave’s face. She nodded desperately, clasping her hands together and rubbing them, as though she was begging me not to kill her.
I ignored her and held the note over a lighter.
Fire engulfed the note. In the dark room, only the female slave’s sobs could be heard.
I looked at what was left of the note in the ashtray and put my thoughts in order for a while.
Then I stood up and walked to the slave.
The slave was so frightened that she covered her face in her hands and shrank into the corner.
I continued walking to her expressionlessly.
She knelt on the floor, crying and kowtowing to me, stripped of any semblance of dignity. She opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but she couldn’t make a sound.
The vampire slave looked up at me with wide eyes, looking extremely desperate.
But what was she afraid of?
I wasn’t planning to kill her.
Sylvia’s POV
The room Geoffrey had prepared for Rufus was in a villa in the western wing. Red roses were lined the path.
I walked behind Geoffrey with a straight face. I just wanted him to tell me where Rufus was located, but he insisted on taking me to his room in person.
It was obvious that he wanted to catch a good show.
I had driven Flora and the others away because I didn’t want them to see such a scene. Although I didn’t want to believe that Rufus would really cheat on me, it was difficult for me to figure out why he and Ashley had stayed in the same room for over four hours.
“How far is it?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Geoffrey gave me a smile and said, “We’re almost there. Relax. Just a couple more galleries.”
Growing more and more irritable, I didn’t reply to him.
“Sylvia, I think you’re overthinking. Rufus wouldn’t do that to you,” Yana said in my mind in an effort to comfort me.
“I know he wouldn’t, but I can’t help but wonder. It has been four hours, Yana, but they haven’t come out. Don’t tell me they’ve just been chatting for four hours straight.” I was on the verge of breaking down and I couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario.
“Well, I mean, it’s possible…” Yana continued falteringly. “Maybe they have become confidants.”
“Confidants?” I sneered coldly. “It’d be even funnier if my mate had a female confidant.”
“Don’t be angry. Forget what I said.” Yana sighed. “Geoffrey was the one who said it had been four hours. Maybe he’s lying and that slave has already left.”
Despite her reasonable words, my mind was in a mess and I couldn’t calm down.
After trying to persuade me for a long time, Yana finally pulled out her trump card. “When Alina made it look like you were having an affair with Warren, Rufus still trusted you. What about you? You don’t know what the truth is, yet you already suspect Rufus.”
After being silent for quite a while, I muttered, “I don’t suspect him. It’s just…”
My voice trailed off. My feelings were complicated and I couldn’t describe them. It felt as though my one and only treasure had been taken away from me.
The thought of Rufus and Ashley staying alone for four hours made me mad with jealousy.
Yana fell eerily silent for a while. Suddenly, she asked in a low voice, “Is it possible that Rufus has killed that slave? After all, the full moon is nearing…”
My eyes flashed. Yana could be right. It was almost the night of the full moon, and Rufus had been in a very agitated state lately. If a strange female approached him, he could’ve lost control and twisted her neck.
That would’ve explained why the slave hadn’t left the room yet.
Thinking of this, I instantly calmed down and even began to think of ways to deal with the aftermath of murder.
But I couldn’t help but feel guilty for suspecting Rufus.
I thought I was a good mate to Rufus, but now that something had happened, I realized that I wasn’t doing enough for him.
No matter what, I needed to trust Rufus unconditionally.
“You’re right, Yana. I shouldn’t have thought too much.” I nodded. “I will be more rational and put more trust in Rufus in the future.”
Finally, we made it to the luxurious villa. Rufus’ room was on the second floor.
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