|NOVEL UNDER RECONSTRUCTION. DO NOT READ YET| "It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway." Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has been long abolished... for the most part. The two races now live in different regions and keep to themselves. But when Hiln falls on hard times, she masks as a lower ranking vamp and finds herself working within the castle walls of the highest ranking vampire nobles. Things seem to go well until Hiln unknowingly catches the attention of one of these Lords. And nothing will prepare her for the desire and chaos that is to follow. DISACLAIMER: The cover art doesn't belong to me
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Dalia returned, slightly refreshed and she shuffled to the seat beside mine, slightly tense. My mind then shifted to the matter at hand. Right when things had gotten easier for me. That in itself presented a problem.
It became too easy to learn.
Dalia looked at me, awaiting my approval for the lesson to resume.
"Is there… some sort of repellant spell cast on it?" Gyasi broke the silence, noticing Dalia's nervousness and at the same time, trying to quell his own curiosity.
"No. Nothing of that sort," I grumbled in answer. It didn't even work like that. "I didn't sense any of that."
I truly didn't. It emitted no essence. There was no profound feeling from the words themselves. The only resistance I felt was from within as if I was ingesting poison and my system was trying hard to get rid of it.
"How long did it take you to learn this, Dalia?" Gyasi continued, shifting his attention to the old priestess.