A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 349: How Dare You Hurt My Brother?!

Chapter 349: How Dare You Hurt My Brother?!

What the hell could have happened? Why didn’t Draven say a word to him? He’d been having this feeling that something was wrong. His intuition had never once lied to him.

Olive answered the call. [Valentine, why did you end the ca—]

"Send me the address, Olive. Something is wrong, I know it. We need to get to my brother as soon as possible," Valentine interrupted him, seeming panicked.

Olive was quiet for a few moments before eventually sending the location to him.

"Thank you," Valentine said, a cynical smile emerging on his face.

[I’ll meet you there.]

"Okay." He hung up the call and shoved the phone into the pocket of his pants. He watched ahead of him and increased his speed, wanting to get to Rennes as soon as possible.

—

Draven halted in midair, having arrived at the location to which Olive had sent him. He looked around from above, searching for the description of the house that Olive gave him.

At the sight of it, his eyes narrowed vehemently, and he flew off, landing right in front of the house with an orange door. He retracted his wings and approached the door, kicking it open. He couldn’t be bothered to knock, not with the sort of mood he was in.

"Avelina!" was the first name he spoke the second he stormed into the house.

However, he was only met with a woman seated in the arms of a young lady, quivering in fear. His eyes slowly dilated, frightened at the striking resemblance this woman had to Avelina.

If not for the fact that she didn’t look as young as Avelina did, he would have mistaken her for Avelina.

He could tell she was her mother immediately.

The woman, Annette, lifted her head, and the second her gaze met those red ones, she trembled, moving backward. She was afraid, and it was as clear as day.

"Who are you?!" Lucy questioned.

Draven shifted his attention to her. He frowned, furrowing his brows. He could smell Avelina’s scent in the house, but it was faint, letting him know that she must have been moved.

"Where is she?" he questioned, his cold gaze fixed on Lucy.

Lucy glared at him, vigilant. "What are you talking about? Who the hell are you?" She didn’t need to be told, for she could tell the instant Draven stepped in that he wasn’t human. He smelled like those creatures, and his presence alone was sending chills through their bodies.

Their souls were rejecting him, and they wanted to be as far away from him as possible. This was how they felt about every single vampire.

A glint of irritation flickered in Draven’s eyes, and he took a step forward, but Lucy immediately pulled a cross out of the pocket of her pants, pointing and facing it toward Draven.

"Come any closer, and you will burn!" She looked at him with hateful eyes.

Draven didn’t seem phased. He appeared rather perplexed and annoyed. "Where is my wife?"

"Your wife?" Lucy was taken aback. "So, you were the one who scent-marked that rebellious sister of mine. You asshole!"

She tightened her grip on the cross. "She would have been fine if you hadn’t done that to her. She wouldn’t be getting hurt, and my mother wouldn’t be in this situation if not for you! It’s all your fault!!"

Draven could vaguely grasp what she meant, but he didn’t have all the time in the world to listen to her.

"Listen, I do not have the time you may require from me. Where is my wife?" Draven frowned, getting impatient.

Lucy scoffed. "Why would I tell you? So you can hurt my father?" She laughed. "Well, you are too late. My sister is probably already—"

Draven appeared before her in the blink of an eye and gripped her by the neck, slamming her onto the next wall. He gazed down at her with burning eyes, his demeanor screaming impatience and anger.

"I told you that I do not have the time for your tantrums. Where the fuck is my wife?!"

"I’m not telling you!" Lucy struggled in his grip.

Draven’s eyes sparked with anger, and he tightened his grip on her neck, appearing as though he was intending to snap her neck. "Do you want to die?"

"W-what?" Fear was evident in Lucy’s voice. "Let me go!"

"Then behave yourself and tell me where the fuck my wife is! Else, I will snap your skinny neck in two, and you can head to hell with that cross of—"

"Draven! Don!" Familiar voices sounded in unison, causing him to immediately turn his head.

His gaze fell on Valentine and Olive, who stood in the room, breathing heavily. He’d been so focused on the girl that he hadn’t even noticed those two arrive. How were they even there? Did they follow him?

But this was not the time to ponder. Avelina was his top priority. He would think of other things later.

"Valentine, Olive, what are you—"

The feeling of something piercing into his stomach with a sizzling pain grabbed Draven’s attention, and he quickly turned his head, glancing down at his belly to see that Lucy had stabbed him with a knife.

His eyes dilated as abrupt rage welled up within him, and with not a single care in the world, he flung Lucy, throwing her across the living room to crash onto the wall.

"You stupid bitch!!" He staggered back, touching his burning wound with a trembling hand.

Lucy plummeted to the floor with a painful grunt and struggled to turn and lie on her stomach. "You are going to die! That knife was washed with holy water, and you will bleed to death."

"You will never heal like you evil creatures do." She began to laugh despite being in so much pain.

Valentine, whose body was shaking at the sight of what she had done to Draven, looked at her with the cruelest eyes she’d ever seen.

"How dare you hurt my brother?!"