Chapter 60: Guest

Reign was taken aback by Mellisa's words momentarily, so he chose to stay quiet instead of responding.

If she really worked in the underground scene, a world teeming with criminal activities, it made sense that she had access to information not commonly known to the public.

"Don't worry, you can trust her," George vouched for her.

Reign glanced at George, refraining from any impulsive actions. However, he remained vigilant, keeping his guard up for any unexpected occurrences.

If Mellisa harbored any ulterior motives that could put him at a disadvantage, Reign promised himself that he would take decisive action, regardless of George's assurances.

At this stage, mere guns wouldn't be enough to stop him; he was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure his safety and goals were achieved.

"You're friend is not the talkative type?" Mellisa giggled, attempting to lighten the mood with her charming voice.

"Why is this monster so quiet?" George thought to himself, puzzled by Reign's unusual silence.

Normally, Reign enjoyed taunting him with insults, but now he seemed like a mysterious protagonist from a cultivation novel.

Little did he know that Reign harbored deep-seated trust issues.

The only reason Reign felt comfortable talking to him and Anna was because there was a glimmer of trust in their dynamic, albeit subconscious.

Even Reign himself wasn't fully aware of it. He believed he was keeping George around for convenience, but deep down, he harbored a degree of trust in the guy.

"So you want him to join the Veiled Night, right?" Mellisa inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity as she observed Reign's obscured appearance from head to toe.

The Veiled Night was an organization comprised of ex-Special Forces operatives, seasoned assassins, combat specialists, individuals with extraordinary abilities, and sometimes even Demons.

Yes, in this world, it wasn't just demons and hunters who possessed superpowers. There were also humans who awakened unique abilities, known as 'Divergent'.

They manifested powers akin to those of their demon lineage but exhibited less aggression and didn't rely on consuming humans for sustenance.

This was why they were not usually accepted by the Hunter Association; their blood was considered tainted. Additionally, there were cases where a Divergent turned into an actual demon.

"I think this could really work. While your face might resemble a skull, it's not hollow. We can have an artificial mask made for you. The problem is with your flickering eye," she explained, considering their options.

"How about we just cover it with a bandage? It'll give the impression that you're blind," she suggested.

Reign didn't speak; he simply nodded in agreement. The idea of having a bandaged-eye look appealed to him.

"Alright, I'll contact the mask maker I know in the city. For now, it's better for you to stay here. You're safe in this place," she said as she stood up and pointed on the two rooms on the right.

Those rooms were especially there because from time to time, there were members who would visit this place.

As Mellisa left, George and Reign found themselves alone in the living room again.

"Isn't this going a bit too smoothly?" Reign questioned, unable to shake off his suspicion regarding Mellisa's easy agreement.

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Everything had a trade-off, and he knew that she was far from being an angel.

George turned his head to Reign and explained, "Mellisa is someone that Annable saved before. In a way, she owes us," he clarified.

"I don't think that's a valid enough reason," Reign sighed, unsatisfied with the explanation. He made a mental note to be wary of her, just in case.

"I'll talk to her more. You can rest," George said as he stood up and followed Mellisa. She gave him a signal before leaving, indicating that she had more to discuss.

Of course, Reign noticed this too, but he simply assumed that she was George's sidechick or something.

"Suit yourself, but remember this: if she does something unnecessary, I'll rip her head off," Reign warned with a cold tone as he also stood up.

"Come on boy," Taking Wick with him, he headed into the guest room which he thought was bigger and better.

The sun was still high up, so when he entered, he began searching for something to cover the window. He despised the sun as if it were the black plague.

After dealing with that, he lay down on his bed while Wick slept beside him.

'I want to eat those humans,' he grumbled, fighting the urge to kill. It wasn't because he was hungry; it was more like his instinct telling him to feed.

'No, I need to control myself. I can't be impatient,'he reminded himself sternly.