Barnett's face stiffened. "Hmph, you're getting better at playing games with me, girl!"
Lionel rubbed his forehead, unsure of what to say. He didn't resist the idea of marrying some pure-blooded vampire woman, nor did he comfort me. It was clear that he didn't deny his ambition to claim the vampire throne.
My heart felt cold, like the last leaf of late autumn, battered by the cold wind, finally falling to the ground, leaving behind a desolate silence with no hope left—his consideration of our future was limited to turning me into a vampire so we could be together in the darkness.
I warned myself that if I managed to survive, I would stay far away from this bloodthirsty race.
After finishing the food on my plate with ease, I muttered to myself, "Countless men have pursued me. If I'm not sentenced to death tomorrow, if I'm lucky enough to leave this place alive, I will definitely find a normal person to marry!"
