Chương 101: The dying soul (part one)

The embittered sounds of my misgivings echo around the clearing as I stare down the white haired vampire with a distinctly obvious distaste.

Foul creature, I think narrowly to myself, partially out of the daring inquiry to test whether my necklace does have any effect on blocking his mind powers, and equally out of a loathing spite for the Prince's untimely and somewhat uncanny appearances. Yet the white haired vampire gives no indication of hearing my inward remarks, sauntering up against a tree laxly as though I hadn't just hurled insults at him from my mind. Perfect.

Some crazy instinct in me manages to dare a grin.