A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 77: We Need To Call Don!

Chapter 77: We Need To Call Don!

Draven glanced at her and arched his brow.

"I couldn’t smell your scent anymore," he replied.

Avelina was thoroughly bewildered.

"Huh? What do you mean by "scent?"

Draven briefly explained, "Everyone has a distinct scent, and I already retained yours. This means that I can smell you from a bit of a distance away."

Avelina looked stunned. She was dazed for a few moments before asking, "So you are able to smell my scent while asleep?"

"Yes." Draven nodded. "We have a high sense of smell. If an intruder was to come in, I would be able to tell immediately."

"When you left earlier, your scent was getting fainter with each step you took."

"I see..." Avelina stroked her jaw. "What kind of scent do I have? I’m curious."

Draven blinked his eyes. He did not expect her to ask, but he didn’t mind telling her. "Hmmm, it is a captivating fragrance, actually. Like...a delicate, airy bouquet of fresh flowers, reminiscent of a blossoming garden in the early morning,"

"To be precise, it’s like the sweetness of dew-kissed rose petals."

Avelina did not utter a word. That was far from what she expected.

Clearly doubting Draven, she raised her arms in an attempt to smell herself. "I don’t smell anything."

She looked at him with a frown on her face.

"Why are you frowning at me? Isn’t it obvious that you can’t perceive your scent? Humans cannot do that, but only vampires and werewolves can. That is how we track down our prey, no matter how far they run. Especially when they are humans," Draven explained.

Avelina smiled awkwardly. "Draven, that does not make me feel good." She shook her head. "I feel very unsafe."

Draven gazed at her and lifted his hand to ruffle her hair. "You’ll be fine."

"Shall we have breakfast?" he asked.

Avelina nodded. She rubbed her hand against her growling belly and looked down at it. "There, there, little guy, I will feed you soon."

Draven halted his steps to the bathroom and glanced at her. "Who are you talking to?"

"My belly," Avelina replied. Her face was filled with smiles.

Draven was perplexed. He could not comprehend why she would do that, so he inquired, "Why? Can it hear you?"

Avelina looked at him, meeting his gaze. She chuckled softly, realizing he did not understand. "No, no, Of course not. Hahaha. That is just something I do sometimes when I feel hungry. It’s not serious."

"Oh." Draven nodded his head. "I see. Well, allow me to shower. When I am done, I will feed you."

Avelina’s widened smile was a gummy smile. "Okay."

——

Olive awoke from his sleep.

He darted his eyes around in the empty darkness and let out a soft breath.

The loud banging on his door was giving him a headache and preventing him from having a peaceful, longer sleep.

"Whoever you are at the door, I will send you to hell!" Olive groaned. He pushed the coffin open and sat up. He glanced around and scratched his head in deep irritation.

"Still too early." Olive sighed, climbing out of the coffin.

He shut it, slipped his feet into his slippers, and began to walk to the living room while scratching his belly.

The closer he got, the louder the banging.

"Hey!! Can you fucking stop hitting my door?!?" Olive yelled as he unlocked the door. He pulled open the door, and his gaze fell on none other than Loui, whose brows were raised. He held a wide black umbrella above his head.

"You! What the fuck are you doing at my house?" Olive questioned.

Loui pushed him aside and entered the house.

"Hey! I’m talking to you!" Olive shut the door and walked after him.

They arrived in the living room, and Loui came to a stop. His nose twitched, and he gave Olive a very serious look.

"Someone else was here, right?" he asked.

Olive scowled at him. "It’s none of your damn business. First, you barged into my house, and now you are asking me questions."

"You should get out. This is my private house, Loui, and you are very much aware of that."

"Yes, yes, I am aware of that, but I came here for a reason," Loui said.

"A reason?" Olive drew his head back. "Why? Did something happen?"

Loui pinched between his brows.

"It’s clear that you have not seen the news, because if you had, you would have returned to the mansion." Loui pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Take a look at this."

He browsed through his phone and handed it over to Olive. With furrowed brows, Olive looked at the screen.

[BREAKING NEWS: Royal Estate Reduced To Ashes by Unknown Bomber - Royal Family Offers Five Million Euro Bounty For Culprit’s Capture]

Olive did not seem surprised, which left Loui puzzled.

"Olive—"

"Relax, Loui, it’s not a big deal." Olive threw the phone at him.

Loui scowled at him. "What do you mean it’s not a big deal? This is a huge deal that is threatening your life. We need to call Don."

"It is all part of his scheme, Loui. He predicted this, and he knew it was going to happen," Olive explained to him. He didn’t like how he was worrying too much.

Loui was taken aback. "What? What do you mean by that? How come I don’t have an idea about this?"

Olive shrugged. "Puzzles me too. You should ask Don, it’s none of my business. Besides, no one except Pierre has an idea. I’m sure he was going to tell you guys."

"Ah! Honestly, I don’t know. You know how complicated Don is. I don’t know why he hasn’t let you guys know. He probably has his reasons."

Loui did not seem happy at all. Yes, Olive’s words were right. But still, he should have been informed.

Olive drew a soft breath and walked off to the balcony of his house. It was sheltered by a roof and a window that covered it all around, preventing the hot sun from entering. He lit up a cigarette and lifted his eyes to gaze at the blue sky.

"Loui," he called.

Loui, who stood in the living room, glanced at him. "What is it?"