"Why do I think that the ambush was planned? As if they knew that I was going to come?" He was surprised when they met with a witch just when they entered the boundaries.
As if they knew that he was about to come. But now that he had faced it again, his lingering doubts had been turned into confirmation.
The face of the count grimaced, "my lord, only I and you know that we are going to visit this place! How could the witches know?" a dark ray of light flickered past Rafael's eyes when he saw disgust on the face of the count.
No matter how greedy or foolish the count was! He was a weak human who was wary of the witches!
"Mm, i think, i am overthinking!" Rafael ran a hand in his hair and chuckled with a warm look on his face.
As if the vampire who had killed three witches and drank their blood was someone else while he was no less than a saint.
The bright halo that covered him was so sparkling that it could blind others.
