Chapter 9.1 - The Ninth Night Part 1

Chapter 9.1 - The Ninth Night Part 1

The Ninth Night Part 1

Sean held Joyce firmly and helped her out of the room under everyones concerned eyes.

Her footsteps were a little shaky. With Seans support, she still trembled as she walked.

It was getting dark, and her body was so weak that she could barely stand even with Seans support. Her head rested lightly on his shoulder, like she was leaning into his arms.

Is your wife all right? a farmer asked kindly.

She will be fine, thank you."

Where is your manor located? I'll send some people over tomorrow and have them teach your people how to farm.

Sean glanced at the man next to them and replied for Joyce, Thank you. I'll pick them up tomorrow.

With that, he saw a few people come out looking worried. He simply picked her up into a princess carry and quickly walked up to the carriage to leave.

The farmer said goodbye to them, and Sean focused on the person next to him who was already ripping off his collar and biting the side of his neck. The pain from her fangs piercing him caused him to frown slightly. He looked down at the little girl who was pressing him in the corner of the carriage. He raised his hand and gently rubbed her soft hair.

Slow down.

This time, there was a moment of clarity in Joyce's mind, and her flickering eyes looked up at his face.

She was whispering something.

Sean did not catch it and patiently murmured back, Hmm?

Joyce's eyes once again landed on the bright red pearls of blood dripping down his clavicle because she had let go of his neck. The darkness in her eyes surged, and she gently lowered her head to use her tongue to lick the blood.

Sean's eyes dimmed a bit from her unconcerned movements.

The corners of Seans lips rose. He reached out and rubbed the kitten's head, whispering, No one else can discover you like this.

Do you really think it's that easy being a cat than a person?!

Isnt it easier?

Joyce didn't bother to argue with him over the question of being a cat or a human. She watched the drops of blood near Sean's collarbone fall. Then, she used her two short hind legs to lunge forward and stop the rich delicacy from being wasted.

Sean looked at the kitten in his arms trying to reach his shoulder. His eyes softened in the shadows of the swaying trees outside the window.

He reached out and gently stroked its chin.

The kitten seemed to purr with dissatisfaction, but what could she do when there was a delicacy in front of her? She seemed to be used to his touch and did not even bat an eye.

Sean's fingertips lightly caressed the bottom of the kittens soft chin, and there was a rare moment of carefree serenity in the fast-moving carriage.

As if he had slowly become dissatisfied with the softness of the kitten's chin, his fingertips gradually slid towards the white and fluffy belly

Joyce froze as she was licking the blood.

Her face flushed in an instant. Filled with anger and embarrassment, she tilted her head and bit his wrist. Although it was just a kittens fluffy belly to Sean, to her

He raised his eyebrow slightly at her reaction. The carriage slowly came to a stop at the edge of the farm. Joyce loosened her bite, and Sean looked away. He maintained a dignified expression as he took the cat into his arms and got out of the carriage.

Over there.

Joyce looked up from his arms and towards the farm in the darkness.

This time, instead of going through the main entrance, Sean jumped onto the farms tall brick fence and sprinted towards a shack with flickering lights.