Rosie's Games

Chapter 284  His Presence

"What about the walls?" Rosalind asked when the others left.

"They will survive. Where did you get that arrow?"

"Mr. Montgomery gave it to me," Rosalind said. "It's a—"

"Cursed. I can see it." He leaned against the table and stared at her. "You were able to absorb it."

"Yes," she blinked. "Did you really leave the walls?"

"They can handle it."

Rosalind smiled. "So… did you come here because—"

"Of you."

"Oh… do you need me somewhere?" she was about to put the arrow back when Lucas grabbed her wrist. "Lucas—"

Then he took the arrow from her. He was holding it as if it was not a cursed weapon.

"It could harm you," she said.

"It could." He stared at the arrow as if it was the most beautiful piece of equipment that he had seen. "I have you. I don't need to worry about it."

That made her smile.

"Did you come here to appreciate the beauty of a rusty arrow?"

"I came to see you."

"We just saw each other a few hours ago."

"And yet here I am—" He removed his eyes from the arrow and stared at her. "— missing you."

Rosalind's eyes widened. How could he just say these things? Luckily, it was just the two of them or it would be very embarrassing.

"Was it the arrow?" she asked.

"Why do you think it has something to do with the arrow?"

"You just appeared… from the window, nonetheless." She did not believe in coincidences. The only reason why he would suddenly come was the arrow.

"The arrow is old—" He held the arrow up against the light. "Ancient."

"Do you think that this was used in the war? Wait— was this one of the Dark Lord's arrows?"

She expected him not to say anything. There is no way that he would know right? Well, she was wrong.

He nodded. "Each arrow that he used would never rot. It had a thick malice surrounding it. Something that was born out of anger."

"How would you know that?"

"Each Duke of Wugari has to know these things. It is simply the rules."

Rosalind frowned. "This arrow— can it end the life of a Blessed One?"

"All of those that belong to the Dark Lord can easily end the life of a Blessed One."

Again, Rosalind said nothing. She could recalled him saying that he killed the last person who received the dark Blessing perfectly. She wondered…

Rosalind stared at the arrow as she thought about her past life. The time would come when the whole continent would know about Lucas's ability to kill a Blessed Individual. Was it just because he found a weapon like this? Perhaps… a sword?

"This can easily kill someone of your kind," he returned the arrow and smiled at her. As if sensing her thoughts, he reached out and tucked one of the loose strands of her hair behind her ears.

"Do you have a cursed sword?" she asked after a few seconds of deliberation.

"My…" he straightened his back and towered over her. She took a step back out of instinct. Under the lighting of the room, Lucas's striking features easily commanded the atmosphere. His black hair perfectly contrasted with his pale skin. His eyes, piercing blue, seemed to hold a hint of both danger and excitement as he stared at her.

A strange sensation skittered inside her as her heart raced against her chest.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Rosalind." Confidence oozed from his every word. The hint of a smirk on his face made her shiver.

"I am not a cat," she could not help but struggle to take the words out of her mouth. She maintained a cold appearance as she tried her best not to melt from his gaze.

She did not want to embarrass herself even further.

His lips thinned, yet he said nothing. Almost immediately, the air between them was charged with an unspoken tension. She swallowed. Something about him made her feel drawn and intimidated at the same time. This weird attraction needed to stop, she thought.

"Of course," he said, his voice nothing but a low rumble.

"Then?" she asked. Then what? Was he going to answer her question or just stare at her with both admiration and obsession swirling in his blue eyes?

"I will tell you next time."

"When is next time?"

This time, he took a step back. This immediately interrupted the atmosphere. A part of her could not help but dislike it.

"Your birthday is in a few weeks. Eighteen is a sweet… sweet age."

"What?" Rosalind frowned. She was going to turn eighteen in a few weeks and she had forgotten about it.

"Do not take another cursed weapon. Your body might not be able to handle it," he added.

"How did you know that?"

"You are too young."

Only her body was young but he did not know this.

Lucas looked at the closed door.

"Shall we leave?" he asked.

"I have a feeling that you are going to bring me to eat and distract my mind. You are going to bribe me with food"

"Are you going to decline this gentleman's offer?"

Did he just call himself a gentleman? She snorted at that.

"No. Of course not," she answered. She would never decline good food even if she knew it was a bribe.

"You have become smarter," he said.

She lifted her chin. "Is that a compliment or an insult?" Did that mean she was not that smart before?

He chuckled at that. "I would never insult such a lovely woman," he said before he lifted her. She let out a surprised squeal.

She did not need to know what would happen next.

They were going to jump out of the window.

A classic move.

Not long after, the two of them were already outside of the building, jumping from one roof to another.

The most entertaining thing was the fact that she was getting used to it. She was getting used to everything.

Rosalind was getting used to him and his presence.

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