Chapter (69): Grim Face

"Alright, I am going to think about it," his eyes moved on her shoes, "were you escaping?"

Luna shook her head in denial.

"No, I wanted to go by the window and sit there but now that you are here I changed my mind. Do you want to sleep on my bed?"

Lucas smirked. Mother wouldn't argue with him for a single night being away from his bed.

Outside of the room, Elenore went to check on Lucas when she heard noises, her strides were leading her to the source of the adorable noises and she halted in a dark corner. She heard Lucas talking to Luna and she was treating him nicely, tears rolled in her eyes, sparkling.

As the voices seeped down and the candles lights ran grimmer she drove her stiffened legs to the door, watching them through the seam. Luna hugged Lucas and slept sweetly.

Her son was wearing a smile, she was almost sure that Lucas never smiled and she believed it was her punishment because of treating the girls bad but now it assured her. She grabbed her mouth not to let her sobbing wake them up and went for inhaling fresh air.

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The passengers who left Phola with heavy hearts arrived at a turning, one would lead to Riva and Barson and the other one led the riders to the north.

Wilmore turned his way to the north without stopping and three horses followed him. He didn't want to consume even a single moment more than that. There were reasons behind his sister's proposal and he should have found out before going to the south.

Eliot looked back at the Lord Caravan. He was stunned that the prince didn't stop to say farewell but when his eyes found the imp's head inside the sack, he found the motive. He believed that the Prince and his companions were unlike the demons and now it included him too. He bore it all to protect his family and Love. He smiled and dragged the hood of his gray robe further. He was beside her, finally, despite the changes in their lives, she was his. Lavera never lied. This girl who was brave and would fight to rescue people couldn't be the monster that others assumed she was.

They rode until the hills where Greenwood was buried under mist. The blue sky was still concealed by massive mighty clouds.

Wilmore stopped his horse, three riders rowed beside him. Steam clouded out of all the lungs, animals, humans, and The vampire.

"We will have tough days, are you ready to be by my side?"

"No need to ask, but I am wondering why you didn't wait for Rave!"

Hux mentioned.

Wilmore darted him a glare, it seemed that lately was behaving very softly that even made Hux think he did care about Rave at all.

"He knows the way to Bolingtone if he is too keen to join us."

Natasha answered coldly. Her gazes were dim since they left Phola. She wasn't agreed to bring Eliot but the young man had made his decision already.

Wilmore hit the horse's hips, there was nothing to keep him back, there was some piece of trash near the southern bothers that drove on his nerves, he could not sleep until finding them, wasting all his efforts.

A strong gust blew as they rode forward, the day was a good option to ride and reach the northern lands in two days.

Back to the Riva road, John shook his head. The old knights at least knew something about manners but these new ones just focused on the thirst of greedy blades and were not social people. They absolutely forgot themselves and his silly son was extremely unlike them. He would sound goofy among them until he would learn their ethics.

The bulky man remembered what the prince asked him, "Please let your son join us, we need a smart tracker like him."

"Are you sure that he can fulfill your desires?"

John replied, seemed doubted if Rave could hang on in the south, those awkward reckless boundaries were savage and filled by criminals.

"He is bright, I saw how he could survive the wild waves of Griffin sea."

John curved his lips and nodded his head in agreement. This kid was cold but learned responsibility perfectly may gods do some miracle and his son achieved this blessing too.

"May gods lighten your path, your grace! You have my son's brightness which is exactly like his mother."

He replied with a grim face.

"Please don't tell him about what we exchanged now."

Wilmore didn't want to make that fool pride, he wanted him to push his ass and to show his best.

When he got back to his presence, he noticed the narrowed road of Riva. No cart's trace was saying that someone crossed it a while ago therefore Charles didn't come back to bring the Ladies.

The Lord halted, carefully watching the road.

"They must be still in our house." Dorian declared, riding beside him.

"Yes, anyway, we must take that young imp to the lab to see what their weakness can be. I wish it is silver like what the kids said."

He turned back to others, saying, "we are going to Barson, the air deceased in here when the light gleamed."

He yanked the lariat and galloped for Barson.

Inside the carriage, Elizabeth was mute during the way. Ryan knew that something was wrong and she did not want to talk about it. Especially, about her blood curse. Her mind was full of questions, surely! Besides, she noticed how she changed and was after the answer and no one could help her because the only ones were aunt Vivian and Lucas James.

"Why are we going to Barson?"

She asked with a husky accent.

"They couldn't come back last night, we are on the way to go to Dorian's house."

Elizabeth's eyes fiercely averted on Ryan. She was furious, how could they go to Elenore's house?

"I won't come, drop me before the gate!"

She ordered with a grim face.