Prisoner of the Vampire King
TRV 52S. Sweet Berry Galatte's

“When will you answer my question?”

The sound came from a beautiful girl who used a vintage white and peach dress with a ruffle motif on the bottom of the skirt and the end of the arm that was ¼ long. The appearance is sweetened with a medium-sized white ribbon decoration on the back of the head. Sandwiched between her red mane strands.

“After you finish that meal.”

The handsome man who was examining something on the papers that filled the wooden workbench replied without lifting a glance.

“It's too much to eat alone. Would you like to help spend it?” proposed the girl.

“No,” reject owner Luccane The Palace it raw. Successfully made his interlocutor pursed his lips.

“Berry this galatte is very much,” lamented in a small voice.

Pies from France are small and flat with a topping of berries that have only been eaten by a quarter, while Lucciane can not wait to hear the answer of his question. He could not afford to exhaust all the Galatte berries.

“Luccane, please,” the door in a clear voice. Successfully made a beautiful man who had only focused on the paper raised his gaze.

“Close, little mate.”

Lucciane smiled, then immediately moved on. The skirt end of her dress seemed to sway pretty as she walked over. The distinctive fragrant aroma of holy blood that had been tempting the owner of the room, now smelled increasingly concentrated. Maybe because the object is getting closer.

“Sit,” order Luccane.

Lucciane glanced to the right and left. In front of the man's desk there was no chair or something that could be used as a seat. Where should he land his back to sit?

“Here,” Luccane instructions. When he managed to capture the intent of the instruction, Lucciane shook her head.

“No!” reject it. “I can stand beside you.”

Instead of according to sitting on Luccane's lap, Lucciane preferred to stand next to the man. Stuck by walls and work tables.

“Why you say no, little mate (why did you say no)?”

“Because the action was disrespectful done by someone who ... not a partner,” the pretext Lucciane. “Pair in the real sense.”

Luccane was interested in hearing the pretext his soulmate had chosen. Not couple? How could the soul be said so out loud, when they were destined to be a couple, long before the birth itself came.

“We are soulmates, little mate. You know what that means?”

Lucciane, who was standing with her hands holding a ceramic plate containing Berry galatte, appeared frozen. He could do nothing as Luccane pulled his waist very easily to get close. The man placed Lucciane between his legs, which were filled with clay muscles. Restrained movement.

“Exceeds the meaning of ordinary couples who can part ways. Only death can separate you and me,” continued Luccane. This time his hand moved to store a plate containing Berry galatte on his desk.

“A-pa do you want to do?”

“A-will I get you,” initiative Lucciane. He immediately took one piece of Berry galatte, but his hand holding the spoon was held by Luccane.

Luccane gestured to release the spoon. “Use your hand.”

“A-pa?” surprised Lucciane.

“I don't like to repeat the same sentence.”

Lucciane gulped with difficulty when she heard Luccane's heavy voice coming back. He gave a small nod, then took out a small piece of Berry Galatte with his own hands. “Open his mouth,” he said with a look fixed on Adonis' face in front of him.

The owner of Adonis's face smiled, then let a slight cavity be created between the gaps of his red lips. Letting his soulmate's leek tuck in a piece of Berry galatte. Instead of just Berry Galatte being sucked into his mouth, he also had time to hold his soulmate's fingers. Even had made the owner worried about making it.

“Luccane!”

“Hm.” The owner of the name growled small, but never released.

“Detach,” pinta Lucciane. Her index finger that was restrained felt a sense of improper treatment in there. It has a harmful effect on his body. Especially for the heart.

Luccane accepted the request. However, after he bit his soulmate's finger.

“Sick,” protest Lucciane. The look he didn't like then he put it up. However, that did not deter Luccane at all. He narrowed the distance between them.

“Sweet,” said. He then carried the body of the little girl with the reddish-sudar on his lap. Although he rebelled, he returned to release information. “Sit down and listen carefully to the answer to the question you asked.”

Lucciane had no choice but to obey orders. This is what he has been waiting for since. Hearing the answer to his question.

“Your guards ...” Luccane hangs up the sentence when Lucciane was made curious half to death. Leisurely Luccane even toyed with the rosy mane belonging to his soulmate. Instead of directly finishing the sentence. “... is in the most barren and dangerous part of the Land of dawn.”

“S-what are they doing there? Aren't they in Castil Vamfield?” lucciane asked, unable to cover her surprise.

“Sedang pick up death, before returning to Valina.”

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