Chapter 4: A Stranger and A Snake
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Chapter 4: A Stranger and A Snake
Rosalind pursed her lips as she tried to avoid one of the sharp rocks by the side of the cliff. The sound of the rain against the rocks caught her attention. The sun had already set, and the pursuers had left this area, but she had encountered another problem.
The rain.
It was something that she never thought of while running away. Her carelessness was unforgivable. After all, she still has things to do people that she needed to face.
Still, she considered herself lucky as they found a small cave that must have been formed by the sheer force of the water as it crashed against the side of the cliff.
It was too late for her to realize that this cliff was more dangerous than she originally expected. Without the stranger, she would have hit the rocks and broken a bone granting that she did not hit something sharp.
She looked at the stranger who was sitting not far away from her. Her eyes focused on his wound. It was still bleeding. Though she couldn't really see clearly because the fire that the stranger made to keep them warm was about to die.
Her eyes found his. She wasn't exactly surprised to know that he, too, had been staring at her.
He was still alive.
Strange, she thought.
Even a man from the North, who were well known for their powerful bodies, would have died by now. After all, they had been here for a few hours. Not one of them spoke since their initial meeting.
Just as she observed him, he was observing her like a predator staring at another predator. He was wary of her.
And she could feel it.
The air between them was thick with something that she could only recognize as danger.
"Why would a sheltered young miss come this way?" he asked.
She said nothing in response. The purple plant that she grabbed earlier was still in her chest, safely tucked against her skin. Unfortunately, its essence wouldn't last very long. A few more hours and it would die, losing its ability to poison her body and forcibly awaken her blessing.
"It "
"Young lady," she interrupted him when he noticed his eyes on her leg. "And staring at a lady's exposed flesh is rude."
"You have been staring at mine for hours."
She glared at him, she could feel her face turned hot. She was staring at the blood, at his wound!
"And you haven't even thanked me for saving you," he said.
"Thank you."
"Ha and here I thought you had become mute from fear," he chuckled. His low-pitched voice reminded her of the night, dark and mysterious. And dangerous.
A man who had been bleeding for hours and hadn't shown signs of weakness was definitely someone dangerous.
"Right," she said. Both of them are lying through their teeth.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked.
"I am."
"Then make some food."
"Pardon me?"
"I'm wounded and weak. Vulnerable and dying."
She gasped in disbelief. What was he saying? Clearly, he was far from being weak.
Moreover, where would she find food now?
"I saved you, remember?" he asked. "Where I come from, saving someone means owning their life."
"I am thinking of spiteful words to insult that tradition, but I couldn't come up with one," she said bluntly. "I owe you my life. But that doesn't mean I would run out there and be a slave. I am but a vulnerable woman who doesn't know how to hunt."
He gave her a half-shrug and looked to his right.
"You aren't like other girls," he said.
Almost immediately, she said, "Lady."
He laughed at that. "I'm sorry my lady," he said, without hiding the sarcasm in his voice. Suddenly, he looked to his right for the second time. "But your savior is starving. There is a dead snake a few feet away to my right. I made the fire. Now it is your turn to make the food."
He glowered at him.
A dead snake after he said he was starving?
Suspicion flashed in her eyes. They were talking, and she hadn't seen him move an inch.
Was it just a coincidence?
Seeing her scowl, he laughed. He looked like he was enjoying her discomfort. Did he expect her to cower in fear at the mention of the word snake?
Unfortunately for him, she had eaten worse in her past life!
.....
QUESTION: Is this connected to the Lycan's Sin?
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Chapter 4: A Stranger and A Snake
Rosalind pursed her lips as she tried to avoid one of the sharp rocks by the side of the cliff. The sound of the rain against the rocks caught her attention. The sun had already set, and the pursuers had left this area, but she had encountered another problem.
The rain.
It was something that she never thought of while running away. Her carelessness was unforgivable. After all, she still has things to do people that she needed to face.
Still, she considered herself lucky as they found a small cave that must have been formed by the sheer force of the water as it crashed against the side of the cliff.
It was too late for her to realize that this cliff was more dangerous than she originally expected. Without the stranger, she would have hit the rocks and broken a bone granting that she did not hit something sharp.
She looked at the stranger who was sitting not far away from her. Her eyes focused on his wound. It was still bleeding. Though she couldn't really see clearly because the fire that the stranger made to keep them warm was about to die.
Her eyes found his. She wasn't exactly surprised to know that he, too, had been staring at her.
He was still alive.
Strange, she thought.
Even a man from the North, who were well known for their powerful bodies, would have died by now. After all, they had been here for a few hours. Not one of them spoke since their initial meeting.
Just as she observed him, he was observing her like a predator staring at another predator. He was wary of her.
And she could feel it.
The air between them was thick with something that she could only recognize as danger.
"Why would a sheltered young miss come this way?" he asked.
She said nothing in response. The purple plant that she grabbed earlier was still in her chest, safely tucked against her skin. Unfortunately, its essence wouldn't last very long. A few more hours and it would die, losing its ability to poison her body and forcibly awaken her blessing.
"It "
"Young lady," she interrupted him when he noticed his eyes on her leg. "And staring at a lady's exposed flesh is rude."
"You have been staring at mine for hours."
She glared at him, she could feel her face turned hot. She was staring at the blood, at his wound!
"And you haven't even thanked me for saving you," he said.
"Thank you."
"Ha and here I thought you had become mute from fear," he chuckled. His low-pitched voice reminded her of the night, dark and mysterious. And dangerous.
A man who had been bleeding for hours and hadn't shown signs of weakness was definitely someone dangerous.
"Right," she said. Both of them are lying through their teeth.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked.
"I am."
"Then make some food."
"Pardon me?"
"I'm wounded and weak. Vulnerable and dying."
She gasped in disbelief. What was he saying? Clearly, he was far from being weak.
Moreover, where would she find food now?
"I saved you, remember?" he asked. "Where I come from, saving someone means owning their life."
"I am thinking of spiteful words to insult that tradition, but I couldn't come up with one," she said bluntly. "I owe you my life. But that doesn't mean I would run out there and be a slave. I am but a vulnerable woman who doesn't know how to hunt."
He gave her a half-shrug and looked to his right.
"You aren't like other girls," he said.
Almost immediately, she said, "Lady."
He laughed at that. "I'm sorry my lady," he said, without hiding the sarcasm in his voice. Suddenly, he looked to his right for the second time. "But your savior is starving. There is a dead snake a few feet away to my right. I made the fire. Now it is your turn to make the food."
He glowered at him.
A dead snake after he said he was starving?
Suspicion flashed in her eyes. They were talking, and she hadn't seen him move an inch.
Was it just a coincidence?
Seeing her scowl, he laughed. He looked like he was enjoying her discomfort. Did he expect her to cower in fear at the mention of the word snake?
Unfortunately for him, she had eaten worse in her past life!
.....
QUESTION: Is this connected to the Lycan's Sin?
Answer: NOPE. On Lycan's Sin, I introduced the concept of multiple realms and even included the male lead of Rosie's Games- Lucas! But this is a different story. You can read this without reading the Lycan's Sin! Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Chapter 4: A Stranger and A SnakeRosalind pursed her lips as she tried to avoid one of the sharp rocks by the side of the cliff. The sound of the rain against the rocks caught her attention. The sun had already set, and the pursuers had left this area, but she had encountered another problem. The rain. It was something that she never thought of while running away. Her carelessness was unforgivable. After all, she still has things to do people that she needed to face. Still, she considered herself lucky as they found a small cave that must have been formed by the sheer force of the water as it crashed against the side of the cliff. It was too late for her to realize that this cliff was more dangerous than she originally expected. Without the stranger, she would have hit the rocks and broken a bone granting that she did not hit something sharp. She looked at the stranger who was sitting not far away from her. Her eyes focused on his wound. It was still bleeding. Though she couldn't really see clearly because the fire that the stranger made to keep them warm was about to die. Her eyes found his. She wasn't exactly surprised to know that he, too, had been staring at her. He was still alive. Strange, she thought. Even a man from the North, who were well known for their powerful bodies, would have died by now. After all, they had been here for a few hours. Not one of them spoke since their initial meeting. Just as she observed him, he was observing her like a predator staring at another predator. He was wary of her. And she could feel it. The air between them was thick with something that she could only recognize as danger. "Why would a sheltered young miss come this way?" he asked. She said nothing in response. The purple plant that she grabbed earlier was still in her chest, safely tucked against her skin. Unfortunately, its essence wouldn't last very long. A few more hours and it would die, losing its ability to poison her body and forcibly awaken her blessing. "It " "Young lady," she interrupted him when he noticed his eyes on her leg. "And staring at a lady's exposed flesh is rude." "You have been staring at mine for hours." She glared at him, she could feel her face turned hot. She was staring at the blood, at his wound! "And you haven't even thanked me for saving you," he said. "Thank you." "Ha and here I thought you had become mute from fear," he chuckled. His low-pitched voice reminded her of the night, dark and mysterious. And dangerous. A man who had been bleeding for hours and hadn't shown signs of weakness was definitely someone dangerous. "Right," she said. Both of them are lying through their teeth. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked. "I am." "Then make some food." "Pardon me?" "I'm wounded and weak. Vulnerable and dying." She gasped in disbelief. What was he saying? Clearly, he was far from being weak. Moreover, where would she find food now? "I saved you, remember?" he asked. "Where I come from, saving someone means owning their life." "I am thinking of spiteful words to insult that tradition, but I couldn't come up with one," she said bluntly. "I owe you my life. But that doesn't mean I would run out there and be a slave. I am but a vulnerable woman who doesn't know how to hunt." He gave her a half-shrug and looked to his right. "You aren't like other girls," he said. Almost immediately, she said, "Lady." He laughed at that. "I'm sorry my lady," he said, without hiding the sarcasm in his voice. Suddenly, he looked to his right for the second time. "But your savior is starving. There is a dead snake a few feet away to my right. I made the fire. Now it is your turn to make the food." He glowered at him. A dead snake after he said he was starving? Suspicion flashed in her eyes. They were talking, and she hadn't seen him move an inch. Was it just a coincidence? Seeing her scowl, he laughed. He looked like he was enjoying her discomfort. Did he expect her to cower in fear at the mention of the word snake? Unfortunately for him, she had eaten worse in her past life! ..... QUESTION: Is this connected to the Lycan's Sin? Answer: NOPE. On Lycan's Sin, I introduced the concept of multiple realms and even included the male lead of Rosie's Games- Lucas! But this is a different story. You can read this without reading the Lycan's Sin! Visit noveLbin.com for the best novel reading experience
