The Baroness Misbehaves
Chapter 146: His Motive (2)

Chapter 146: His Motive (2)

Elian made his way to the room Amade had picked for him the first time he showed up here. Since his room was situated at the far end of the corridor, it was much easier for him to let his guard down as one hardly came here, not even the stalking human girl who’s eyes never seemed to give him a moment to breathe - she always appeared to be watching him closely with those penetrating scary eyes of hers.

"Why am I even bothered?" He grumbled quietly, but nothing coherent came to mind as to why he found her presence bothersome, whilst he chose to shake it off from his head since that was the least thing troubling him presently.

Stepping into his room, he closed the door behind him and took a few strides forward till he stood at the carpeted center of his well-arranged room. When he was in the process of taking his shirt off, the door to his room opened, and he alarmingly turned to see Cassian stepping in without making any necessary effort to knock first.

His body system instantly calmed after seeing it was Cassian and not his sister - but then, why would his sister even think about stepping into his den? Something must be terribly wrong with his brain today.

"Hey, where’s the modesty in knocking?" Elian, who still found it as an intrusion to his privacy, chose to complain as he adjusted his shirt back, his green eyes flickering with a look of slight annoyance, but Cassian, however, didn’t seem the least bothered by it.

"No need to whine like a woman, forget it, I’m not even here to speak on decency, where have you been?" Cassian approached him quietly, his Amber-brown eyes squinting slightly as he studied the blood that had dotted and dried against Elian’s elegant face, and when the redhead didn’t make any attempt to answer his question, Cassian was more than ready to lay out his uncertainties.

"And why’s there blood on you? Did you kill someone?" His instant conjecture made Elian stare in confused bewilderment.

"What??"

Taking hold of Elian’s wrist where he had caught sight of the traces of blood, Cassian could feel the bloody scent getting stronger the more he inhaled it, and now that he got a chance to see it up close, he finally understood why the scent smelled different from normal human blood.

The blood wasn’t actually red, but a deep reddish-black that looked unreal.

"What type of blood is this??"

"Ghosts, Fiends, evil spirits, name the ones you can think of." Elian casually responded before freeing his wrist. "I know what is out there, way better than you do ’cause I have worked with them, but now, I’m just fulfilling the promise I made to a very old friend." His statement sounded rather unclear, but what Cassian had his focus on was the promise he kept mentioning, recalling he said the same thing during their last conversation.

"What promise did you make?"

"How do you think I know William’s?" Elian tsked as he turned away, already unbuttoning his shirt. "Your sister must have mentioned it to you already - she must have told you she caught me heading for William’s study during the celebration." He sighed, "I’m trying to ring a bell into your memory."

"Uncle William’s?" Cassian was still very much taken aback, but Elian nodded, regardless of how impossible it sounded to Cassian since the man was dead.

"I made this promise to him which I must keep, and I have to fulfill it not just for his sake, but because I’m trying to find someone." His green eyes turned a shady dark with visible contempt that piqued Cassian’s attention rather than scaring him off.

"Who?"

"The one who made me into the monster that I am today." He turned to look at Cassian. "You certainly can’t know who I’m referring to, he’s not someone you see very often."

"Elijah didn’t do it?"

Elian tsked in displeasure at the mention of Elijah. "How can he when we both got turned the same day?" The annoyance in his tone could be heard despite the smirk on his lips. "The one who turned me into this, he’s the one I’m looking for and he’s mingling amongst humans freely, like a free bird while I hunt for him like the hunter that I am, that is why I have to devour every evil spirit I can find and get to the bottom of this."

"You sound familiar with everyone." That was one of the facts Cassian had concluded, and also how his tone seeped with hatred and vengeance. "Who are you? What’s your background?"

Taking off his shirt when he could no longer stand the dirtiness of his clothes, Elian’s upper body was exposed, and his left arm had a tattooed scar that ran from his shoulder down to his wrist in a strange pattern Cassian depicted to be familiar.

His eyes squinted dubiously as he studied the scars that neatly formed a tattoo on Elian’s arm

"H_how did you get this scar?" Cassian asked, the familiarity of it making his tone sound a bit desperate as he met Elian’s indifferent gaze.

"And why do you ask?"

"Take a look at this." Suddenly unbuttoning his shirt, Cassian showed the tattooed scar on his back to Elian who finally understood why Cassian had grown curious about the scar on his arm.

"You got the tattoo."

"Who makes a tattoo out of a knife?" He put his shirt back on, looking at Elian who seemed to understand his curiousness as he silently acknowledged his question.

"Did you get this after seeing a ghost?" Asked Elian.

"Maybe."

"He didn’t tell you? Must have hurt!"

"What does the scar imply?" Cassian couldn’t believe he was seeing someone who had the exact same scar as him, the only difference was his agent red got his scar on his arm, while he had it engraved on his back.

"Sigh...okay let’s say uhm.... The scar means.." Elian casually wanted to state the meaning, but then he paused in his words as he swiftly looked out the window with his eyes widened, staring at the sky with a strange shocking expression that Cassian couldn’t comprehend before finally gritting his teeth.

"Is that human friend of yours still here?" His gaze returned to the lost Cassian.

"Yeah why?"

"He needs to go home now, or he might just end up planning his sister’s funeral." A slow smirk spread on Elian’s lips as he turned to look at Cassian.

"Elijah looks ready to stir up trouble for you, tell your friend to go to his sister before Elijah gets to her first."

"What?"

"The more questions you ask, the more time you run out, I’ll tell you about your scar when you return, but right now, there’s a princess in distress who needs saving."

Cassian’s face paled slightly, but then his brows knitted in confusion as the alarm in his head kept ringing. "What business does Elijah have with Catherine?"

Elian shrugged sheepishly. "Who knows, you might find out once you get there."