Chapter 100: Alive

Hazel slowly turned to glance behind her. Inside the dark metal bars, a few figures stood staring at her with faint worry on their faces.

Hannah, Ben…Uncle Dimitri?

And so many others whom she thought had died stared back at her. Although they looked ragged, they were fine and Hazel could find no traces of wounds in their bodies.

She completely froze.

“How is this possible?” She muttered to herself, her gaze fixed solely on Uncle Dimitri. He was in the same ragged clothes she had seen him in earlier, but he had told her that the others had died and she had watched him escape.

How can they all still be here?

Could it be a trap? Like some sort of black magic like the one Lilith taught her?

Hasel was not stupid, she quickly linked the dots and realized that she was being used. Someone wanted to use her to kill Damien.

And Damien, she had slapped him.

Hazel suddenly felt her palm stinging for no reason, she didn't even dare turn back to look at Damien.

She forced a smile at Hannah and the others, saying, “I just came to check on you all, I was worried.”

Hannah glanced at Hazel, her gaze flickering between Hazel and Damien, “Young miss, are you okay?”

Hazel nodded stiffly.

She was okay, she just misunderstood someone.

“I am, I am very much okay.” She replied.

That was when Damien spoke up calmly, “That’s enough, it’s time to leave.” Before he even finished speaking, he had already turned on his heels.

Hazel didn’t dare argue with him, she bid Hannah and the others farewell and quickly followed behind Damien silently with her head lowered.

Neither of them spoke as they left the dungeons, but Hazel felt like she was walking on needles, her heart anxious and restless.

Would Damien even believe if she told him that she was just deceived?

How could she not even tell that something was wrong with the Uncle Dimitri she met? How could he have been able to hide the parcel from Damien’s guards with how ragged his clothes were?

If Damien had really killed Hannah and the others, people would have started talking about it and the news would have reached Hazel already.

But Hazel never thought that the Uncle Dimitri she met was a fake one, she never even considered the probability.

And she almost killed Damien.

Although he deserved to die for what he did to her parents, Hazel felt extremely guilty at this point. Actually, she could have brushed it off calmly, telling Damien that she made a mistake and he should just forget about it, but she could not.

An apology won’t fix anything.

If she hadn't hesitated at the last minute, Damien would have died. The thought sent her chills.

Who wanted to kill Damien so much? The plan sure was merciless and why her? Why didn’t the person approach someone else but her?

Was it because of her hatred for Damien? Or was it because…she knew few things about magic so they felt she was one of theirs?

A lot of things didn’t make sense, but for now…

Her gaze shifted to Damien who was in front of her and she pressed her lips together.

Why was she even so guilty in the first place? If Damien died, wasn't it for the best?

They left the dungeons and walked through the corridors towards the east wing. That was when Damien suddenly stopped in his steps.

Hazel, who was deep in thoughts and was only following in his steps didn’t know he had stopped and ran into him, her nose hitting his hard back and she groaned in pain, taking a step back.

Damien slowly turned back and Hazel’s heart skipped a bit.

His dark eyes stared at her, calmly and with a hint of slight indifference, the kind she had never seen in a long while, making her think that she was facing Alpha Damien, instead of the Damien who took her out to the market square.

Hazel's heart sank for no reason.

“Have you figured it out?” He asked, his tone somewhat cold.

Hazel's fingers clenched slightly, and she nodded, “Yes.”

Her voice was lower than the buzzing of a mosquito, but Damien heard clearly.

There was no change in his expression as he added, “Did you truly believe I killed them even after promising you I wouldn’t?”

He wanted to know.

Was that how she thought of him? Was that how she saw him?

Silence stretched between them, and Damien studied Hazel quietly, waiting for her reply without urging her.

Hazel wanted to say no, but she also knew that lying wasn't a good idea at this point.

She bit her lips and whispered softly, “Yes.” Feeling that it was not enough, she added, “You wouldn’t let me see them, I was afraid that you…have killed them and just didn’t want me to know so I could continue being your slave.”

The Uncle Dimitri she met might have some link to the witch clan, Hazel knew she could not expose that she met him until she was certain that the person was on the opposing side.

Damien had expected her reply, but why does that area in his chest hurt?

Hadn't he always been regarded as a ruthless killing machine? Why was it that hearing the same thing from Hazel made him feel disheartened?

The statements left Hazel's mouth with difficulty, but Damien knew that she wasn’t lying. She was telling the truth, she really felt that he had killed them.

For a moment, Damien said nothing. Then he gave a faint, mocking chuckle, like he was mocking himself.

Was he hoping Hazel would give a different answer? How stupid of him.

All the people around him had the same thoughts about him. Why would he think Hazel would be different?

Hazel, seeing that things were getting out of her control, quickly spoke up, “I know an apology means nothing now, but I…”

Before she could finish, he interrupted her calmly, “You tried to poison me.”

There were fluctuations in his tone as though they were not talking about how he could have died, but instead about the weather.

Yet, Hazel’s face went pale.