Chapter 23 23

Chapter 23 23
Her question surprised him, as it had not been asked to him before, given that the females of his species experience the same experience as the males on the issue of food.
He was silent for a moment, thinking about how she would answer without complicating matters for her.
“Sharing blood possesses many qualities,
The first is that it is necessary for us to survive, and the second is that it supports the female and the male with a close bond that binds them together forever.
When I eat from you, I carry your trail wherever I go.
I can track you wherever you go but within the limits of my sensing area; if you cross it, you will make it a little difficult for me.”
“Really,” I asked in amazement, “that means you don’t need to put a tracking device between my clothes to know my movements.”
He smiled with a grin and answered, "Yes, I now carry the tracking device with my blood."
"Oh, that's great. What's next?"  I asked him with childish curiosity.
We stand with a rabbit; her nose continues, “When we share blood, I can feel your feelings and feelings in all their details; I feel them as if they are part of me. Simply that it is a means of communication for our feelings, mixed with each other, doubled to an indescribable extent, I feel your feelings as if they are part of my feelings, I feel your desire and its strength and depth, and your needs and entreaties, even if you are not near me…”
She raised her hand to touch his cheek tenderly, oblivious to the effect of those looks on him.
Without any effort, she was able to capture his soul, seize his heart, and turn him into an addict who spends his day waiting for his next dose.
“You are in complete contradiction to the picture that the world has portrayed of you.
Your hearts are pure from grudges; I still cannot believe that you are a truth that has existed from the time of time.”
He wandered with his burning eyes around her, content with observing her feelings flowing from her to him, thinking of her nature, which seems to be no longer preoccupied with her as before.
Forgetting that it is also not human and a rare creature that is destructive in the end....
"Have you really been waiting for me for centuries?"
He nodded and answered her in a calm tone like a whisper.
“Yes, I have been waiting for this woman who robbed me of my peace of mind and my mind.
I was waiting for her to scream at her and tell her that she is nothing to me and hold her hostage, making use of her abilities for my benefit and the benefit of my people.”
Despite the harshness of his words, she did not feel them hurtful, as when it comes to Kayden, she becomes completely absent from reality, taking possession of her with his presence and captivating personality.
“What has changed?” I asked, waiting for his answer with interest.
And he took his time by imprinting scattered gentle butterfly kisses on her face and neck, trying to apologize for what he had said earlier, answering them after a while.
"You!"  He told her, simplifying his thick palm, the place of her heart, contemplating its details with complete love, adding, “You are not the one I was waiting for her to come for; you are not the one who read and heard about her with stories and legends; you own this.”
He told her, pressing gently over the position of her heart, looking at her with enthusiasm, fascinated by her gentle smile that escaped her lips, as if he had answered the secret of the universe and life.
She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, pulling him by the neck, kissing his lips with a fiery kiss, soaking him with a sea of ​​overwhelming feelings, and giving him the opportunity to teach her the rules of floating among the rough waves.
The doctor's fingertips trembled as he was about to let go of what he was carrying; nervous at her exaggerated closeness, he took a deep breath, containing his instinct that had sprung up at the mention of her blood.  of sweat and all the fresh properties it contains without being contaminated or losing their properties through transportation.”
"Oh, well, I hope I don't have to do it again. I can't stand the pain I've caused Cayden, though he avoids mentioning it, but I know he hasn't forgotten what happened, pretending he doesn't think of it."
She continued to talk, oblivious to the extent of the impact of that incident on all of them, causing the doctor who inadvertently escaped from it to become more nervous.
A tube filled with a yellow liquid lay on the ground, and it broke, sharding its small fragments in every direction.
Celine retreated, apologizing for her intrusion and sending her a speech that she knew should not have been mentioned to him.
She moved away, watching him kneel on the ground, trying to pick up that shrapnel with apparent tension in his movements and actions.
"I'd better let you work. If you need anything else, just tell me, please."
I told him to pull out of the clinic ashamed, and he did it.
She left the clinic looking around in confusion, trying to decide on her next step, and then she saw Mark, who was trying to hide his presence behind a huge stone pillar, claiming that she did not notice him, and she went back to the palace knowing that he was following her stealthily.
“What are you going to do with all this blood?” she asked the doctor, pressing her elbow gently, watching him fill the many tubes of blood he had extracted from her.
"I'm going to make an antidote out of it for medical purposes and experiments so that we can find out how your blood affects us."
She stood behind him, watching him prepare the things he needed from the medical refrigerator. She says spontaneously.
"That's fine, so you can support Damien with whatever he needs without repeating what happened that day."
I stood in the hall overlooking the bedrooms above, sighing in a roaring distress, "How long are you going to keep watching me in secret?  For all you need now is to jump in front of me and shout, “Tara, here I am!”
When Mark realizes that his hood has been exposed, he comes out of his hiding place and asks her rigidly, "Since when?"
She rolled her eyes in boredom, clasping her arms over her chest in a childish, childlike gesture. "Since I began to dot the letters, I noticed that your sudden appearance everywhere I was not was not a coincidence, but you are evil, you know it," she reproached him in an eloquently serious tone.  Must"
His eyes darkened, fleeing her imams, swimming with shame, recalling the periods of her encounters with Damian, which always ended in misfortune, “I know Damian more than anyone in this palace.  I apologize to you.” He apologized, adding, “Kayden appointed me to protect you because he knows that I am the only one who can stand up to Damian and put him to his limit, and with all that I failed…”
Contented with what she heard from him, she approached him, sweeping up his private space, and with a spontaneous movement grabbed his huge forearm full of muscles and multiple tattoos that startled him from her closeness and initiative.
"You didn't miss Mark, and I don't blame you for anything, so you should stop blaming yourself too, and I'm honored to be protecting you, you and no one else."
He took a few steps back, trying to get away from the range of her palm resting on his forearm, thinking to himself that Kayden should inform her of the laws, customs, and traditions of their gender, as it seems that she does not know anything about them.
Her movement could kill anyone; she is the female king, and it is absolutely unacceptable to touch her or stand close to her or look directly at her.  While the presence of a female does not understand her limits as a queen.
"How is he now…?"
"Better, thanks to you."
“It is the least I can do after what he has done for me.
He threw himself to death in order to keep them away from me, revealing his valor, kindness, and devotion, which he keeps trying to prove with his personality.”
"So, there are those who understand this idiot for what he really is."  Mark said in a tone of pride, glad that someone shared his intimate knowledge of Damien's good-natured character that he was trying to obliterate under his rebellious and mischievous personality.
Celine noticed Mark's features froze for a moment before blushing, contemplating something behind her.
She turned and saw Larissa coming towards them.
She arrived throwing peace, trying to straighten her stance and not falter, alarming Celine, who hurriedly asked her,
Larissa!!  Are you okay?"
She grabbed her arm, surprised by its coldness and the sharp pallor of her skin.
Mark hissed, clenching his fists violently, trying to curb his compelling desire to give her a sweat, feeling her thirsty thirst. "Since when did you not feed Larissa?"
Mark's question: I understand Celine's getting. She remembers Kayden's condition that day when he had an out-of-control fit of thirst.
She retreated spontaneously, rippling with a mixture of feelings of possessive jealousy and guilt over Larissa's suffering.
But despite all this, she does not want Kayden to communicate with her in this way, especially after she knew what this step meant and what it represented in the bond and union of feelings exchanged by the two parties, and she certainly did not want Kayden to share that with her.
Mark paid her attention to notice his staring looks and his self-conflict, which revealed the truth of his transparent feelings towards her.
The latter thinks that she has no chance of finding happiness due to her association with Kayden.
"Kayden isn't here; he's been out since yesterday and won't be back until sunrise."  I told her in a sympathetic tone.
And Larissa staggered, letting out a slight sigh that emanated from her dry and blue lips, feeling disappointed and let down.
Kaiden abandons her even though he knows that her period of strength came back days ago.
Mark could not contain himself, taking a few steps towards her with the intention of propping her up but retreated, mindful of himself, before reaching her, shocked at Celine's suggestion.
"Mark, can you give it your blood?"  I asked him innocently.
"No!"  Larissa exclaimed, categorically rejecting Celine's suggestion, as if she had insulted her, adding, "No, I can't; Kayden won't accept. I'll wait for him; I can wait."
She shrieked in a weak tone, returning to her room, dragging the tails of disappointment behind her with clearly visible fatigue.
Mark followed her, helpless, thinking of Kayden and neglecting her.
How long will he see her melt like a candle in the wind, and no one notice her struggle and suffering?
Why, out of all the females around him in his heart, did he choose to fall captive to the love of a female king?
The female, who has always seen pain in her eyes and disappointment on her features, feeling her brokenness and deep sadness because of Kayden's refusal to complete their marriage throughout those past centuries, waiting for him with dedication and sincerity without tiring or boredom.
Celine's palm, which came back and found its way to his shoulder again, startled him, pulling him out of his whirlpool of feelings, repeating in a sympathetic tone, "I'll find a solution for her, I promise you, Mark."
He turned to her, staring at her with a question he did not understand, "Solution!! "Why?"
"You'll know when I find him."
I told him, withdrawing too towards her wing, leaving him to his disappointment and torn feelings that he had always felt like a dagger in his chest, which keeps digging deeper and deeper with each passing day.
Oh, how many days, years, and centuries ago, if the king only knew what was in this chest, he would have killed him without hesitation.