A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 223: What Are You Hiding?

Chapter 223: What Are You Hiding?

On the chair, Ceicei was seated, unbothered. Of course, she had heard them coming, and she didn’t need to be told for her to know that they were the royal guards.

"Arrest her!" Lancelot commanded.

Two guards rushed in to apprehend her, but Ceicei raised her hand, stopping them.

"Do not touch me! I’ll walk on my own," she said, her eyes burning with hatred.

But Lancelot was not willing to risk it. Witches could do teleportation spells, so he was afraid that she could possibly do so if she was not held.

Ceicei, who could already tell what he had in mind, rolled her eyes. "You think if I wanted to run, I wouldn’t have done so before you even besieged my home?"

Lancelot frowned in thought. She was indeed right, but still. "Handcuff her!" he ordered, before shifting his attention to Ceicei. "Sure, you can walk on your own, but you will need to be in handcuffs."

Ceicei did not have any objections. She knew this was Natasha’s doing, but that’s alright. She was not guilty of anything, and that was a fact. Running would be useless, as they would search to find her no matter what. This was the royal family, after all.

She reached out her hands for them to handcuff her. Then she began to exit the house towards the car.

The doors of the car were shut, and the driver started the engine. They drove off, but this time around, they weren’t returning to the royal mansion. They were going somewhere unfamiliar.

After a ten- to fifteen-minute drive, the chauffeur finally slowed down the car. He took a turn, driving into a vast deserted area. In the middle stood a well-built, moderate house. It looked usual on the outside, but the inside was a whole different case.

The engine was turned off, and the first to get down was Lancelot. He adjusted the heavy royal clothing that covered him whole and ordered Ceicei to be brought down.

The door was shut, and they all began to proceed toward the house. Lancelot grabbed the handle and opened the door. He pushed Ceicei and walked in after her, commanding the royal guards to wait outside.

He shut the door behind them and began to walk to the living room while pulling Ceicei along with him.

In the living room, a familiar figure sat in a twirling chair. His legs were crossed, and he held a fine glass of blood in between his fingers.

"You’ve arrived. It took you long enough." This man twirled the chair, halting to stare at Ceicei. He was none other than Ryan. His lips were wickedly curled up into a grin.

"Hello," he smiled.

Ceicei did not respond. She had already figured out who he was even before he turned.

Such insolence caused Ryan to frown.

"Woman, are you ignoring me?" he questioned as he stood up from his chair. He began to advance towards Ceicei while sipping from the glass of blood.

Ceicei stared at him, unmoving. She didn’t even seem a bit intimidated by his presence.

"You old bitch!" as Ryan stood before her, he cursed, dissatisfied by her behavior.

Ceicei looked at him from head to toe, then back up. Her lips arched, forming a smirk, and she shook her head as though disappointed.

"You aren’t really all that you are said to be."

This statement—this statement alone sparked some sort of gushing anger within Ryan, and he couldn’t stop himself from hitting her across the face.

"You old disgusting hag!" he insulted, fury steaming in his eyes.

Ceicei spat out the blood in her mouth and tilted her head back to look at him. "I must have offended you." She smiled, mocking him. She made it clear that she was not at all afraid of him. Not even a tiny bit.

Ryan intently gazed at her and began to nod his head, laughing.

"You’re a bad one, I see. No wonder my wife was quite intimidated by you." He dropped the glass of wine on the table and wiggled his fingers, ordering the royal guards to step back.

They did as he commanded, leaving Ceicei to stand on her own.

Ryan grabbed the apple with a knife pierced into it and cut himself a piece. He munched on it, nodding his head as he savored its fine fresh taste.

"This tastes really good." He beamed.

Ceicei peered at him, not sure what exactly he was even doing. He was behaving like someone who had gone mad.

Ryan looked at her and began to walk toward her. He stood in front of her with the knife in his hand and lifted it to trace it across her face.

"Do you know what I’m going to do to you?" he inquired.

Ceicei did not reply. How was she to answer such a stupid question?

Ryan was indeed annoyed by her silence, but he wasn’t going to show it, so he half smiled, gripping Ceicei by the hair. She was shorter than him, giving him the advantage to grip her hair and begin to drag her across the floor.

"Let go of me!" Ceicei grunted in pain, struggling to free herself from his merciless grasp.

But her words were nothing but a whiff of breeze that flew past Ryan’s ears. He halted at the table, letting go of her hair.

Ceicei began to take deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

Ryan squatted down in front of her and seized her by the chin. He tipped her head up to have her look him directly in the eyes. Dangerously, he smirked.

"You are blocking me from hearing your thoughts. What are you hiding?" he questioned.

"Hiding?" Ceicei scoffed, snatching her chin away from his grasp. "I have nothing to hide from you, but I will not let you infiltrate my privacy."

This caused Ryan’s eyes to twitch in anger, leading him to once again slap her across the face. "You have really gotten on my nerves."