Chapter 61 Sixty-One
Chapter 61 Sixty-One
Only Drew knew how much half kisses annoy me, and thus he always does it so I would take control and take what I really wanted.
The truth is, we both knew that tomorrow wasn’t a definite promise. We both knew that once Dageian awakes, we probably won’t stand a chance. But there was just a simple peace that we had with each other, and I knew that my night would be spent with endless hours of love, not just sex, but love. Why? Because it could be our last, yet it didn’t bother us.
I could speak for him because I felt it. I could feel it all.
“Let’s find that dagger and get out of here,” I whispered. Unlike usual, the passion that burned in me wasn’t only desire. I simply urged to be close to him alone. Just the two of us.
He nodded with a deep breath as he analyzed the long hall. I narrowed my eyes at him when I saw that he was contemplating something. I knew he was thinking about using his speed to search these rooms, but one look from me, and he dropped it.
“Let’s split up,” I suggested. He was about to protest, so I explained. “We’ll stay on this floor, but we’ll check different rooms.
He still seemed skeptical but eventually nodded. “Okay. Meet me back here every five minutes.” He kissed me softly on my lips this time, and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. Five minutes? Protective much.
Yet, I couldn’t blame him. We were in the enemy’s house, after all.
We were on the third floor. I could see the perfect image of the ports from the windows with the full moon dancing on the water. It was a beautiful sight, and every room I visited gave a view from a different angle.
Almost all the rooms I searched were just about empty. For a man who lived for centuries, he sure didn’t spend any time collecting anything. The rooms were easy to search, and after ten minutes and meeting Drew twice, I was annoyed with this floor.
I checked the floorboards, just in case he had any secret compartments. I checked the walls, and I checked the weird, random empty desks. Still, nothing.
Sighing, I approached my last room on the floor, and Drew was already in his last room too. However, I realized that as I tried to open the door, it was locked, oddly, which only intrigued me more.
I got a bit anxious and called for Drew, and he used his strength to break the locks. For some reason, the eeriness of the room gave me chills the minute it was open, so I held onto Drew as we both entered.
What was even weirder was that the room was just about empty. There were no empty bookshelves and desks like the others. It was simply bare, except for a thick red curtain at the end of the room.
My mind and body were screaming no, yet I continued moving towards it. Drew never let go of my hand as we inched closer to it. I could feel Drew trying to push me behind him in a protective manner, but I wouldn’t let him.
Soon, we were standing in front of the drape, and my hand trembled as I reached for it. I had no idea why I was so scared, and I knew it wasn’t the dagger, yet I still wanted to see.
Coming to my rescue like the knight in shining armour he is, Drew gripped the curtain for me and slowly pulled it open. What I saw, however, was not what I expected one bit.
Coffins.
Two of them actually, and they sat directly in front of a comprehensive floor-length window, allowing the white beams from the moon to reflect directly from them. At first, I questioned why Dageian would have two coffins locked away in a room, then I remembered that he’s a crazy, delusional psycho, so even this wasn’t too far-fetched for him.
“Who do you think they are?” I asked as I ran my hand over one of them. There wasn’t a speck of dirt on either of them, which only meant Dageian came here a lot.
“Maybe he preserved his mate’s body and sleeps in the other,” Drew mumbled, and I actually laughed a little.
“Talk about vampire cliché,” I joked. “But no, she’d stink if it were her. It has been five hundred years, remember? Besides, no amount of preservation could save her. He’d be staring at a burnt-out decaying form instead of his mate. There’s no way.”
Drew nodded in agreement, and I found my hand inching towards the base of the lid. Why do I want to open it?
“Here’s the deal. On the count of three, we both open one, okay?”
“Alright,” I agreed, feeling my stomach churn at the thought. Who knows? Maybe it’s his next meal.
“One…” he started.
“Two…”
“Three.” We both ended before lifting the thick board open. But what I was met with was far different from what I thought.
I stumbled back so quickly that Drew had to catch me to prevent my fall. My mouth was wide open as my entire form shook, and soon enough, I heard approaching footsteps from behind me. I remained unmoving, with the only source of mobility being my eyelids bobbing up and down as I blinked. Even Drew was stunned, but he recovered quicker than I did to save me from hurting myself.
This couldn’t be real. How?
“Did you find the dagger?” A voice asked from behind us, and I noticed that the twins had found us. I shook my head, not being able to form a proper sentence in my head, let alone my mouth.
“N-n-no…” I finally managed to say. “But we did find something else.”
The twins came closer until they, too, had a perfect view of the two bodies in the fancy brown boxes. I could see their confusion from the corner of my eye. Little did they know that I was trying to tame my own confusion, too.
“Who are they?” Max finally asked, seeing that it was pretty apparent that I knew these people.
I gulped, my throat and mouth suddenly dry as a single tear rolled down my right cheek.
“T-t-they—they’re my siblings.”