[Twilight] Bright sunshine

How did Claire develop such a poor sleeping position?In addition to kicking the quilt, she also likes to roll around. I threw her on the sofa many times and she didn't wake up. It is undeniable that sometimes it is because of my ability.

I closed my eyes tiredly, and heard the clear and crisp sound of Heidi's high-heeled shoes being buckled.

She is the most human-like vampire among us, and her work has taught her how to pretend to be a beautiful woman, using her special seductive ability to offset the defensiveness of human nature.

The sound of chaotic footsteps followed her, and the door crashed open, screaming and death at the same time.

I sat in a chair and the sunlight streamed down from the dome.Ah Luo watched the guards hunting by my side, and he would let out a few sighs of laughter from time to time. He was relieved that they could display their hunting skills in such a healthy way.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the cold smell of ancient wall bricks lingered at the tip of my nose.

I opened my eyes and lost interest in the messy light scene in front of me.Resting his chin with his hands in boredom, he looked at Ah Luo indifferently.

"Still angry?" Ah Luo lowered his posture, his smile was pure and gentle, and there was a sincere apology in his eyes. "I promise that I won't touch that child again without your consent."

I looked at him suspiciously, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "The guarantee can be voided at any time for you, but I still believe in you, and hope this is the last time."

"Of course, you have to trust me, my honest character." Ah Luo promised confidently.

Who the hell knows what your honesty is?I frowned and looked around impatiently, the lines of nothingness twisted loosely, it was the collapsed prey.

The hunter swallowed the last mouthful of blood, and there was a contented grunt in his throat.

I don't feel hunger or thirst, and I don't know where this low tide to the heaviness of exhaustion comes from.My hands still have the temperature of Claire's tears, my fingers, the tears that slid down her face, two completely different temperatures.

Every time I touch it, I feel the pain of touching the burning flames. She doesn't like the Volturi. Whenever I think of her thinking like this, I feel a cold stabbing pain digging hard at my chest.

She doesn't believe my lies, not at all.

"The feast is over, you shouldn't need it." Ah Luo looked at the prey below with some doubts, and there were a few good ones shouting and moving, "After all, you have eaten three times this week, too much gone."

Too much of course, too full to make me vomit, once in two or three weeks used to be enough for me, but now I dare not take the risk.

I can't bring myself to get close to Claire when I feel hungry, her smell can destroy my self-control.

Sometimes she is my disaster, my nightmare.

Marcus was sitting beside Aro, and he suddenly spoke in a hoarse and low voice, saying intermittently: "Caius, the bond of relationship cannot be unilaterally connected. I have seen that child, and there is no relationship between you, She rejects your confession and also rejects your emotion."

I grabbed the handle of the chair so hard that the floor I was standing on gave way and I crushed it. "What confession? When did I confess to her!" I asked sharply, I had no idea what Marcus wanted to express.

"You can't wait to put that child in your pocket, and you will be restless if you don't see it for a moment, huh." Ah Luo muttered softly, and he sighed helplessly, with a dead face gloating at other people's misfortunes.

"She doesn't need you, and we can't force you too much. Although she knows a lot of things here, as long as she is sure that she is not in danger, Volturi is synonymous with justice and tolerance. I will vote to let her go. Aro, you don't mind." Marcus twisted his stiff neck slowly, the corners of his mouth drooping for others' opinions, and his slight frown could pinch a bunch of mosquitoes to death.

"No, I don't mind, Marcus." Arrow reached out to pat him cherishingly, and said gently.Turning his head and grinning, Kaixin continued to add: "It's not me who cares."

"You don't have the decision-making power to decide whether she will stay or not. I am her decision-maker." I emphasized coldly, disgusted by people discussing this issue. "She must stay in the Volturi and go nowhere."

After I finished speaking, I stood up and refused?No, she is not qualified to refuse.

Turning around and walking down the steps, Alec and Dmitry immediately followed behind me.

"How beautiful, his current state is more like me at that time. Inside the flowers, I met Didymi, and my heartbeat was revived. It kept telling me what love is." Marcus said sadly and painfully, His hoarse voice was about to choke.

"Don't be sad, my dear brother." Arrow sighed after him, and he squeezed Marcus's hand, comforting him sadly. "It's such a beautiful feeling, I know it, I understand it."

I endured it desperately. Are these two guys laughing at me?

I don't know how much effort it took to not let myself turn back quickly, and crush them one by one on the ground.After so many years, I still can't like the characters of these two guys.

Walking faster and faster, the clothes fluttered and pulled into a straight line, like a flock of black falcons passing by at low altitude.

I turned around abruptly, and Alec and Dmitri stopped immediately, their clothes hanging down.The air is tense, and the smell of gunpowder that is about to explode permeates all around me.

"Training." I let out a rough breath, telling myself that it's not worth being angry at all, only two guys, Aro and Marcus, can't provoke my anger like this.

Alec and Dmitry looked at each other, a little strange that the training venue was chosen in the aisle.This hesitation lasted only for a moment, and they had already bent over and rushed over with screams.

They were trained by me to achieve the best launch condition, and they were in the cordon all the time.

Dmitry jumped up, the top of the aisle was only seven or eight meters high, the smooth marble top slid past his toes, he turned into a black shadow tearing the air, and hit my head like lightning.

I stood where I was, squinting my eyes, and Alec turned sideways into a second hasty arrow.He has a lot more brains than Dmitry, if he doesn't use his abilities and only relies on his body, he will become a silent wolf, waiting for every opportunity to sneak attack.

The heavy weariness in my body was swept away by a forewarning passion, and the fighting instinct returned to my limbs.Dmitri's blow landed hard on my shoulder, pain numb my arm, and shuddering excitement finally took hold of my thoughts.

I slid back, and stretched out my hands to restrain his arms while laughing. His weight sank in my hands, and I threw him to the ground as if throwing a disc.The hard body smashed the ground slate into pieces, making a thunderous noise.

Alec finally waited for the opportunity for my back to be turned to him, he dodged to my right, his too fast figure turned into a mass of black mist gathering and scattered, the cold and silent attack was like a sharp long knife, towards my back Cut it over.

I can't control my crazy desire to attack, his sneak attack has aroused my murderous aura.

Letting go of Dmitry the first time, I met Alec's attack and ran into him face to face.The stones in the aisle shook the fly ash, and the cracks were cracked one after another overwhelmed.

Alec was kicked away by me, and I stopped suddenly, feeling the tightness in my chest finally disappear.

Resuming my indifferent demeanor, I slowly tidied up the untidy places on my clothes with my hands.This suit gets dirty easily, although I have a bunch of the same style.

Dmitry finally regained his composure. He staggered up from the ground, covered in stone fragments.Alec walked over from the far side of the aisle stroking his head. He grinned and let out a low growl, admitting defeat completely.

We entered the elevator, Italian opera tunes wafted in my ears, and as the elevator went up, I heard a clear breathing sound.

It's... Claire, her scent has my attention.And her movements, careful and slow.The elevator stopped and we didn't move, like three stiff stones.

Here is the elevator to the front hall, and there is an iron curtain door outside the elevator door, facing the corridor.

Claire tiptoes past the elevator, completely oblivious to the fact that we in the elevator are looking at her.Looking around, like a clumsy thief who broke into the Volturi, poor lost.

The sound of bare feet stepping on the carpet is as light as a butterfly, but the expression is very disturbed.

"She looks like she wants to do something bad?" Dmitri couldn't help but twitched his lips, he finally dared not laugh out of his mouth after two muffled grunts.

Alec coughed very well, and he also felt that Claire's sneaky movements were not suitable for the old and rigorous Volturi style.

The depressed emotions that I had just vented began to accumulate again. I watched Claire disappear in the corridor, and she dared to run around on her own initiative after not being by her side for a long time.

Could it be that she has to be injured and sick for her to stay quietly?No, she wasn't safe when she was sick.

When I walked out, Claire was completely out of focus. She was holding the phone, trying to communicate with the outside world.I stood at the corner, and she connected to the destination in such a hurry.

It was the first time I saw her expression like this, sideways to my face, pale and fragile under the light.She breathed a sigh of relief, as if she wanted to say something to the phone, the words were in her mouth, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her eyes were as gentle as she wanted, like water flowing in the sun, bright and soft.

She was happy to hear from her family.

I almost felt that she was fine like this, and it didn't matter if I could make her feel better just by making a phone call.

It was just almost, and then the anger rose. Did you contact the outside world privately to escape?

I rushed out with cold dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?"

Claire immediately threw the phone away, bowed her head in fright, her long hair covered her entire face, and she was so tense that she refused to admit her mistake.

Those who make mistakes must be punished, punished... My mind is full of punishments that are too cruel to be suitable for human beings. When I think that Jane's ability will be used on Claire, it is impossible for such a thing to happen, so I immediately veto it.

I can't think of a way to punish her, not a single one.

It made me feel anxious, and I couldn't stand the looseness of my grip on Claire, and I blamed Jaina for her negligence that made Claire make the wrong choice.Throwing this kind of useless human into the drainage system to rot is the right choice, I ordered coldly: "Alec."

Alec reacted instantly, he dodged to grab Jaina, with ease.

"Stop." Claire raised her head, she was even more frightened than the woman who was dragged away.Her messy long hair was fluffed up in a mess, and she had an angry attack power, like some kind of furry little animal eager to bite someone.Soon she would bear it, she was so weak, she begged me with red eyes, "Cairus."

My empty heart twitched inexplicably again, I really hate this feeling, I hate the way Claire looks at me even more, how could I change my decision for her.

Only a woman has no right to shake my willpower.I heard her breathing quicken, and waited in tense silence for my verdict.The warm scent has always surrounded me, no matter how much I don't need food, how full my body is, Claire can destroy this illusion of satisfaction with just a small gesture.

She effortlessly made me feel the fire just by standing next to me.

I want to defeat this illusion, no one can control me, including my desire to live.I will not heed Claire's pleas, Jaina must be killed.

Finally I said, "Alec." Let Jaina go.After I finished speaking, I was still a little dazed when I saw Alec return to the dark corner with my own eyes, and then I wanted to change my words again and drag Jaina out and break her neck.

Claire took a peek at me, she thought I couldn't see, she didn't understand the limits of our eyesight, even if she was standing behind me I could still know what she was doing.I heard her breathe a sigh of relief, her bare toes lightly brushing against the floor, as relaxed as she wished.

Inexplicably, I followed her to breathe a sigh of relief, as if besides her blood, emotions could also affect everything in me.I should throw her out instead of letting her be so disobedient and influence me all the time.

I endured it, she seemed to be in good physical condition, much better than the weak state of yesterday or the day before yesterday.Sure enough, she has to look healthy to be pleasing to the eye, as long as she doesn't do unnecessary things to make me angry.

Then I heard her stealthily move, she wanted to get away from me.I clenched my fist, and my cold fingers creaked. As long as I feel that I don't need me, do I want to leave?

"Do you want to go out? Claire." I finally thought of a topic that could arouse her appetite. If she said yes, I would definitely mock her for being overconfident and suppress her damn thoughts. I feel better.

As a result, she didn't say a word at all, and looked at me blankly and ignorantly. I saw my figure in her clear pupils, and I couldn't help but hold my breath, wanting to keep my shadow in her eyes for a longer time.Then I heard my own voice, low and sharp with the characteristic sound quality. "Come with me, I'll take you out."

Idiot, what did I say again, one look from her can make me change my mind.I turned around angrily and left, and she followed me lightly behind me, did she want to just walk with me barefoot?

What is Gianna's job like?

I still have to change clothes and put on shoes for Claire by myself. Next time I recruit, let me get some good-looking people to come in, and the Italian women will be fine.

Claire is in the Volturi costume, which suits her surprisingly well.Under the dark gray hood, long blond hair that couldn't be combed straight was messy and hung down to her shoulders. Her face was a little bloody, but she still didn't look healthy enough.

Why can't she make herself stronger, even if she is a human being, her resistance shouldn't be so bad.

I regret it, as early as I read her first letter, I should have taken her to the Volturi and raised her myself.I will raise her strong and healthy, no disease can defeat her.

Then, I squint my eyes in frustration, the timing just isn't right.I can't convert her because she doesn't like the Volturi yet, doesn't like...

If she turns into a newborn, she will start running away, out of Minecraft.

At least human, with her fragile body and two short legs, it is impossible for her to escape my sight.

I dragged Claire's hand, just like the current situation, she couldn't break free from the strength in my hand.Don't even think about resisting me. I walked proudly in the beautiful rainscape of Volterra. Claire was in good health. The city of Volterra within [-] meters was bright and dazzling in the rain, and the color in every drop of water I can see that they are in the dense raindrops, revolving around me like countless small planets.

I noticed every detail of the surrounding area. It felt like I had a panoramic map in my hand. From the city wall to the sand in the cracks of the stone road, it was clearly marked, without any confusion in full color.

The colors of Volterra in the early morning are clear without any blurring. The air I breathe into my body contains countless colors.

Claire's hand curled up in my palm, warm and soft.She has been trying to pull it back, but I am indifferent, unless the hand is cut off, otherwise there is no way to struggle with this strength.

I looked ahead and sneered.

She thought I couldn't see, so her eyes wandered restlessly, as if Volterra could bring her countless surprises.

It's a lot better than that miserable green country place in Forks, and I hope she'll forget about that bumpy little place soon.This is the third time that guy Karen has contacted us through various means, trying to get our approval to enter Volterra. If I hadn't thrown away those messages including letters and burned them, Aro might really agree.

He wouldn't even dream of entering the Volturi without my permission... almost forgetting that he had lost his right to dream.

As for Claire, no, she's staying.I am so sure that because Volterra is a sacred place, it is a great honor for anyone who can enter it.

Her eyes looked back again, did it never occur to her head to turn and look straight ahead?There is nothing to see, a pile of broken stones.

I wanted to reprimand her, but I squeezed the words in my mouth, and swallowed them automatically.It is normal to be curious when you come here for the first time. After all, Volterra is very beautiful, and it is a tourist attraction full of surprises for human beings.

Those human beings who travel can often become our cover.But how do they generally introduce those attractions?

To me Volterra is a fortress with walls that can withstand war, but of course it is to humans, there is not a single stone here that can withstand the blow of a vampire.

Would Claire be interested in these things?Those wars stained the ancient stone walls, the ocean under the crescent moon floated dead white corpses, or the deeds of lightning arrows bursting out of blood, black war horses and spears.

That's just some stupid stuff I've done, once pretending to be human and running out on a battlefield commanding a bunch of ineffective soldiers to siege a city.There are ragged corpses everywhere on the battlefield, and the endurance to resist the temptation of blood soars after staying for a long time.

What should a 15-year-old girl like?Jane seemed to be 13 years old when she switched, which is closer to Claire's age. Her favorite thing is to use her ability to punish prisoners. It seems that not all people of similar age have the same hobbies.

Clothes, jewelry, cosmetics... She looked back again. If I wasn't looking at the road, how many times was she going to hit the wall?

She is not my soldier, will always defy my orders, and I cannot hang her yet.

If I don't speak, her head will never turn, and those stone palaces and flagstone paths are more noticeable to her than I am.I was considering whether to throw her to the top of the turret, so that she could have a full view of Volterra, including the bottom of the mountain.If she falls down in fright, I can catch her.

I thought about many options with a blank face, and finally gave up.And I have chosen to speak like an undocumented tour guide.This is actually Heidi's task, but Heidi should still be packing up her attractions, and the tourists she leads don't have good comments on her.

Claire seemed interested, and she would miss it even more knowing more about Volterra.

I would have told her more things if she hadn't been trying to take her hand away.

The rain soaked our footsteps, and I even had, for the first time, the illusion of walking down the alleys of Volterra.I heard Claire's heartbeat and breathing, she was so soft that she seemed to be mixed with the sound of rain, and would turn into a stream of water and slip away from me at any moment, break into stones, and finally join Volterra for one.

I gripped her hand even tighter, it was as hard as a shellfish shell, and she couldn't break free.

There was a short pause in Claire's breathing, and I held my breath as she stopped.Then she spoke slowly, "Then you..." Every time she wanted to talk to me, she would stop and go, as if she was overwhelmed by nervousness.Her tongue is flexible only when she is resisting me, shouldn't normal people do it the other way around?

"……How old?"

I heard her ask softly, the sound of the rain almost covering her.

She started to take an interest in me, and without warning, a strong emotion grabbed somewhere in my chest, and my life came alive again from the frozen time.

Even though it was in the city of Volterra on a rainy day, my body without body temperature was like walking into a furnace, everything was burning or melting.Claire's fingers twitched in my palm. The warmth spread from her fingertips. I almost threw her hand away. It was impossible for her fragile fingers to break my hard body.

I endured this turbulent and inexplicable mood swing. I believe this is only a short-term phenomenon, and it will disappear sooner or later.My life has not been changed since I walked out of the flames, and it will not be changed in the future.

Maybe it was my unsteady expression that made Claire flinch, she was upset?

How old is this question for too long, no one dares to ask this question.Claire was fifteen and would be sixteen in a few months. Incredibly young.

She's still moving, she's changing all the time, every second is a different time for her.

She'll grow, her hair will get longer, she'll see more, her eyes on the world will keep changing.She's going to fall in love with some guy, well, I swear I'll throw that guy at Jane, and she'll keep up her hobbies with joy.

I think Claire at 15 or 16 is too young, maybe just right, she can continue to grow up in the Volturi, and I will watch her change every moment.

"Nineteen." I pretended not to care and said, eighteen and nineteen, she won't know how old I am, no one dares to tell her.

"Nineteenth in the fourth century BC?" She questioned disbelievingly, and expressed her doubts seriously.

She must have thought that was too old. I made a gloomy face, and she immediately fell silent.This is the correct attitude, I can't let her be too presumptuous, she must listen to me.

If she behaves well, I can take her out, even if she wants to run amok in Italy.

The rain gradually died down, and the sun fell from the umbrella to our feet.Even if what I see now is colorful bands in the light instead of chaotic lines, I can't convince myself that I like this sunny weather.

But Claire looked like she wanted to keep going, and I heard her breathing more and more intense, her heart beating faster.

She unconsciously held my hand back. This was the first time she touched me so hard automatically.I stopped with her strength, she was so tense that her muscles were trembling, her breathing was not in rhythm at all, and I felt that the decision to bring her out was so stupid.

However beautiful Volterra was, and however desirable the Volturi, it meant nothing to her as long as it wasn't Forks.

I should have locked her up, the heat continued to roll in my throat, and I bared my teeth.Of course I knew why she didn't continue to keep quiet, Clare had no idea how obvious she was being.

I have tracked too many prey, sinners, and I am familiar with every slight reaction of them.

She wanted to escape, under my nose, desperate to escape.Her eyes stalked me so restlessly, trying to know if I had discovered what she was up to.

Like a child delusional to pass over the walking stage and instantly become a flying hero, she would just fall to her death.

I really want to break her leg and let her know that such idiotic thoughts should not be had.

"I want to see..." Her attention was not in those small shops at all, the place where her eyes rested contradicted what she said, and she tried to convince herself that she was very interested in those things.

If she was really interested in these things, then she would not ignore the large cabinet of handmade things that just arrived this morning.

I didn't let the anger erupt immediately. I don't think Claire was so stupid as to run away immediately. Did she think she could go back to the United States by running on the tour bus?

Smiling back from anger, I finally let go. "Ten minutes, Claire, if you don't see enough, I'll give it to you." I'll give you time to regret it, and you can regret it now.

Claire noticed my anger, she must know my reaction now, she grabbed the umbrella and stepped back step by step, her unfamiliar and vigilant eyes were so determined.If I rushed over now, she might attack me desperately.

Even though she was ridiculously weak, she dared to risk everything - just to escape from me.

She put away the umbrella, and in the sunniest place, she did not hesitate to tear off her gray hood.She was fearless already, her blond hair stuck to her cheeks, her pale face stained with blood, the color brought on by her violent emotions.

She stands in the sun, and tourists come by.Finally she couldn't control her joy anymore, she looked at me as if she was laughing at me, because I was standing in a dark place and couldn't cross the pond.

The sunshine gave her a reason to be brave, she was submerged in the crowd, and at that moment I thought I had completely lost her.

My eyes were fixed on her, but she just disappeared in front of me.

Then I saw her smile, she was smiling at everyone like she was meant to be around them, the sun was shining brightly in her hair.

A completely different anger than before blinded my eyes, it started to get redder, the whole world was the color of blood, she managed to stir up all the madness in me.

"Claire."

No one can stop me, not even in Volterra, to bring her back, even out into the sun.All kinds of cruel punishments flashed through my mind, and I had to let her understand that no one can escape from the Volturi.

The sun is not worth mentioning to me, they can't leave any scars on my body.

They climbed up my legs with hideous faces, like thorns winding up.

I thought my voice would make Claire run faster than anyone else like a rabbit, but she turned around immediately.The skin on her face seemed to be on fire, and the light red gradually spread to dark red, even her neck was stained.

She deserves less exposure to the sun than I do.

"Sinners deserve the punishment of my wrath." I read these words almost silently, reminding myself not to be soft on Claire, crush her leg bones, and let her know the terrible end of escaping.

If you dare to run, run a little farther for me. This reckless gesture is too impulsive and will arouse my hunting instinct.

The coldness returned to my eyes, and I covered the magma in my heart with heavy snow, and the deep sword of law hung above my head.

I watched Claire, who stopped her progress.Even running so hesitantly to escape, I should do my best at this time, throwing everyone behind me and rushing out of my sight immediately.

So stupid, I really want to laugh at her hard and take out all my depressed emotions on her.

As if hearing my warning, a horrified expression appeared on her face, something exploded in her eyes, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.Then she pushed everyone away hard, desperately speeding up her running.The golden hair drew a sharp arc in the sun, and she exhausted all her motor cells.

I think she ran in the wrong direction, as if she had been trying to hit the wall without looking at the road just now, her breathing was short of breath, and such a little exercise would kill her.

She threw herself into my arms, like holding a sun, her hot body crushed my coldness.The body that was still covered in snow and ice just now was easily smashed apart, and hot magma gushed out again.

She hugged me desperately, so cruel that she wanted to die with me.

I found that if the sword fell from my head, I would fend it for Claire.All the punishment was gone, I just wanted to hold her and press her into my pale bones.

I'm so thankful my heart stopped beating, otherwise Claire would have heard it throbbing violently.

"Please..." Her breath was on the side of her neck, her fingers pressed hard on my back, she refused to let me go. "Don't kill..."

I held her down with my backhand to prevent her from leaving, and looked violently at the group of tourists who had just boarded the bus, and they were the ones who encouraged Claire to run away.

Claire grabbed me even more frightened. She rubbed my shoulders restlessly and unconsciously, trying again to say, "Don't kill anyone."

I put the hood on her, calmly trying to suppress Claire's influence.This is wrong, I shouldn't be used to her, I can't just listen to what she says.I should have towed that tourer back now, or kicked them down the hill.

This kind of work is handled by the Volturi with ease.

"Please, C..." Claire's trembling voice was lighter than a feather, slipping past my ears.

If she's a feather, I should turn her into a quill and stuff it in my pocket so she doesn't run around.

I thought hard, then turned around and left with her in my arms.I should have thought about the impact of tourists dying in or near Volterra, rushing out now, and Aro would be nagging again afterward.

As for Claire, I felt compelled to warn her not to push my boundaries.

With such a reckless behavior, I can't put her in a place like the front hall where people come and go. She should be put in the bottom of the castle, locked up and not going out to cause trouble.

Aro was like a scary hyena who could smell everything that happened in Volterra.Don't think I don't know what he's planning, he's more eager than me to switch Claire, and he doesn't even care about doing it himself.

If Claire had listened to me, my protection would have been more seamless.

I removed my fingers from the strings, the night here is always very quiet, without any sound.

The candles and bonfires were gradually extinguished, and in the darkness, I could clearly see her curled up into a ball, breathing softly, her soft fingers resting on her chest, and her fine long hair loosely scattered.I dodged to her side, the weight of the fur made her unable to kick it off, sleeping peacefully with my face on my side.

The fragrance of her blood is everywhere here, and I am still not completely sure that I can restrain my blood-thirsty aggressive nature.

I think I can get closer to her, just hold my breath, the burning in the back of my throat won't hurt me.

Pulling her hair, her heart rate has remained in a stable range, and it is difficult to wake up once she falls asleep.

Claire seemed to feel my approach, her peaceful sleeping face became sad, and her body automatically rubbed deeper into the fur.I let go of her hair and soon she was gone on the bed.

She shrank to the center between the fur and the quilt, and rolled into a ball inside, not worried about suffocating herself at all.

The surrounding colors have a transparent texture like a glass ball. The ancient stone walls, bonfire racks, and dark weapons in the corner have lost their solemn and solemn character. They are infected by Claire's quiet breathing, floating and illusory as if traveling through time and space. .

I peeled off her fur quilt, and this kind of warm fur slipped through my fingers. It was the spoils of killing the werewolf with my own hands.

Claire rolled over and came to my side. She felt that the fur that I pulled away from my hand was warmer, and she would roll wherever the temperature was high.The burn on the face has healed because it was too shallow to cause much damage.I stretched out my fingers to touch her face, and she immediately moved away to avoid it. I was a little annoyed, so I poked her face lightly, and she rubbed against the mattress and continued to hide.

Would lying quietly and sleeping on her back kill her?

I continued to poke, and she took a bite, but didn't bite anything.

The venom in my mouth was about to overflow again, I tried my best to ignore the burning pain and flicked my fingers.Try to think of unimportant things, Claire's education, she can't go back to school, but there are many things she needs to learn.Ancient etiquette, necessary words such as Greek, mathematics, painting and music, including techniques for self-defense.

She has a lot of time to learn, and I swallow the venom.

Claire continued to nibble on the fur and rolled into a ball to sleep.I couldn't bear it anymore, the flames surging up from my body could make one's scalp numb.

Rush out like a ghost in the dark.I jumped out of the gate onto Athena's shield and plunged directly into the fountain water.This is where the groundwater is the deepest, and the water is not as warm as the chill on my body.I floated in the water without breathing, and opened my eyes to watch the spring water rushing upwards.

Clare's smell was kept out of the spring as much as possible, and I stayed for a while before jumping out of the water, wet and steamy.

Stripped off the only clothes and trousers on his body, wiped his body casually, and then flashed into the hall to put another new black robe on his body.I re-enter the bedroom, Claire's breath still ringing in my ears