The Encounter
658 Words
Her head hurt, like being hit hard. Ghost Shadow lay in bed, groaning in pain.
Pain, pain, damn it hurts!
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Her head hurt.
Where was this?
She opened her eyes, sitting up. Where was she? She should be in the forest.
"Finally awake?" A large hand gripped her left arm, another roughly grabbed her neck. Lance held Ghost Shadow, his tone unfriendly.
An enemy!
Ghost Shadow tensed, not daring to move. She was the top assassin of "The Order," and he was the first to catch her off guard. His skills were formidable.
"Want to kill me?" She coldly laughed, her neck stretching forward.
She remembered. She saw his secret, a blond man's secret. No need to guess, it must be him.
"Not afraid of death?" Lance tightened his grip on her slender neck. "Early or late, death is inevitable." She closed her eyes, refusing to speak.
A unique woman.
Lance's eyes showed surprise. He recognized her, the cold woman from the village. He tried to find her, but she had left. Unexpectedly, he caught her today...
Good, it saved him a lot of effort.
Lance released her.
Feeling the pressure on her neck disappear, Ghost Shadow opened her eyes. "Not killing me? You'll regret it, Mr. Vampire." Killing anyone who posed a threat was a basic survival rule. She didn't expect him to spare her, showing a kindness she didn't have. Wasn't he afraid she'd harm him, spreading the truth?
"Mr. Vampire?" Lance laughed. A fitting name. "I never do anything I'll regret." He decided not to kill her.
"Not afraid I'll escape?" Leaving a living witness could harm him. He was foolish.
"You won't escape." He seemed to know everything.
Ghost Shadow's face turned pale.
"Given your current condition, you'd better stay put. Believe me, you know this well. In 'Yuetian,' you have food and a place to sleep. It's the best place for you to recover, so you won't leave until you're healed."
Wound? Ghost Shadow looked down and found her previously worsening wound now re-bandaged and medicated. What was his intention? He even bandaged her wound.
"A game, a cat-and-mouse game." Lance seemed to understand her thoughts. "Just like a cat, catching its prey to play with before killing it."
"Play with it first?" Ghost Shadow coldly laughed. No one had ever dared to play such a game with her. "I will fight back." She vowed, she would take his head.
"I look forward to it." Lance smiled fearlessly.
Two days later, two large boxes of clothes were carried into Ghost Shadow's room.
The clothes were all of high quality, and Ghost Shadow knew it with just one glance. Why did he give her these? She couldn't grasp his thoughts; he was always so unpredictable.
Her shoulder wound healed quickly after a few days of rest, thanks to the doctor he sent daily. Once her wound healed, the first thing she would do was leave. She hated his seemingly all-knowing green eyes, hated them to the core.
"Do you like them?" He approached her without her noticing, and Ghost Shadow didn't even realize it.
Again!
She turned her head away, not wanting to look at him. "Too many. One a day, and they won't be worn out in three months." And she wouldn't stay here for three months.
"You suit white." He picked out a white outfit from the box. "This one."
She threw the white outfit back into the box. "I never wear white." That was the color of angels; she was a ghost from hell, always in black.
"You suit it," he insisted, stuffing the outfit into her arms. "Change into it. I want to see you in this white outfit within half an hour, or I'll change it for you myself," Lance threatened, then left the room, closing the door.
The sound of tearing clothes came from the room, Ghost Shadow's response.
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