Layla tore her eyes away from me. There was no emotion in her beautiful face. She reached out and flipped the mirror in front of her. The scene around us instantly changed. The mirrors in the room all disappeared, and many magnificent furnishings appeared out of nowhere.
“Only women are allowed to enter this place,” Layla explained vaguely.
I realized what she meant. This was why those soldiers couldn’t come in.
Layla approached a round table, knocked on it three times with her fingers, and two glasses of red wine appeared. She picked up one of the glasses and took a sip of the wine. Then she turned to smile at me and beckoned. “Try it. It tastes like human blood.”
I didn’t dare to move. Glued to the spot, I asked her furtively, “How are Sylvia and others? Are they dead?”
Layla set the glass down gracefully and sank into a lounge chair. “Don’t worry. I don’t have the heart to kill Sylvia.”
My jaw tightened. I didn’t believe a word Layla said.
Everything was just so strange. What was her purpose?
If not to kill Sylvia, then what?
Even though I didn’t really care whether Sylvia lived or not, the sudden turn of events made me really nervous. I had to admit that I had only agreed to help Sylvia because I had an ulterior motive.
I planned to use my special power on her when she relaxed her vigilance against me. Then I would take her back to the castle and offer her up to Hobson.
Only in that way could I regain my dignity and ensure my position in his clan. After all, I had been a slave to the werewolves for so long because his children had set me up.
It was a terrible shame for a vampire.
But never in my wildest dreams did I expect that Layla would act faster than me. So what was her motive?
Looking at the unfathomable woman in front of me, I was lost in my thoughts.
My top priority now was to find out if she was Noreen or not.
If she was really Noreen, then perhaps I could make a deal with her.
It was beneficial to have a powerful ally. If I cooperated with her, perhaps Hobson would look at me with new eyes.
After hesitating for a while, I finally plucked up the courage and asked, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re a witch, am I right? And this is your private domain. Sylvia had mentioned that Noreen’s scent was on the pendant. Why?”
Layla smiled at me meaningfully. “What exactly do you want to know?”
“I…” My voice faltered. I didn’t dare to say anything anymore.
“What’s your special power?” Layla changed the topic suddenly.
“I can hallucinate people and change into anyone the other party wants to see in their hallucination,” I said softly.
“Well, then use your special power on me.” Layla spoke so casually like she was only discussing with me what to eat for dinner.
But her words sent a chill down my spine.
Ashley’s POV
“What?” I looked at Layla in surprise, wondering if I had heard her wrong.
How could someone make such a strange request?
“I said, use your special power on me.” Layla stared at me intently.
I was at a loss. Nervous, I wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers. “I… I have nothing against you, so I don’t want to attack you. I hope you can let me go.”
Honestly, what I really meant was that I hoped she wouldn’t make things difficult for me. It was the first time in my life that someone had asked me to use my special power on them.
Layla suddenly stood up and looked at me coldly. “I’ll say it one more time. Use your special power on me.”
This sent a shiver down my spine. As fear started to overtake me, I took a step back and stammered, “Please… Please just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about what happened.”
Layla blew a fuse in that moment. “Are you stupid? Either do as I say or die!”
As she spoke, she waved her hand and I felt indescribable pain on my face.
I screamed and instinctively reached up to cover my face. “My nose… It’s broken!”
With a sinister smile, Layla’s beautiful lips parted and she chanted an incantation.
I didn’t think it was possible but now my face hurt even more. Blood spilled from my nose and my mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood, making me unable to speak.
“Please… Don’t do this…” I fell to my knees and begged her for mercy.
“Use your special power on me.” Layla repeated herself and looked at me with disgust.
This time, I immediately agreed. As soon as I nodded, my face stopped hurting and the blood disappeared from my mouth, but the taste still lingered.
“Do it now.” Layla sat back down, crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at me coldly.
I clambered to my feet, smoothed my hair, and tried to calm myself down.
If this was what she wanted, then this was what she was going to get.
It’d be a good thing if I could control her. By then, I could force her to give Sylvia back to me.
And now, I was certain that Layla was in fact Noreen. I also intended to ask her for the antidote to the black death curse.
Just wait and see. I would exact my revenge on those who had hurt me.
Hiding my pent-up rage, I forced a calm expression and used my special power on Layla.
This required concentration. I closed my eyes to clear my mind, and then opened my eyes to stare straight at Layla.
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