Conquering His Cold Heart

Chapter 70

70 Feisty One

Tilla was frozen in place upon hearing that chillingly calm voice.

All the other human prisoners also cowered in the corners of their cells in fear. Nobody dared to make a single noise, afraid that they would be taken away from their cells.

Tilla knew that she was caught in the act which she wasn’t supposed to do. So she was scared that the vampire behind her would do something to her. ‘Oh, dear lord! Please save me.’

She gripped her gown and tried to think of a way to run from there.

Her eyes fell on the mop that was lying on the floor near her feet. She slowly moved her hand to grab that mop as a way to defend herself if that vampire behind her tried to do anything funny.

“What’s the matter? Did the cat get your tongue?” that vampire leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am asking you a question. What are you doing here in the dungeon, Tilla?”

‘Lord Vincent?’ Tilla finally recognized the voice when he took her name.

She leaned her shoulder away from Vincent and took a peek at his face. When she reconfirmed that it was him, she gave a subtle bow and answered, “I was cleaning the stairs and the corridors here. I will finish it in no time and head out.”

Vincent narrowed her eyes at Tilla and then pointed to the wet floor. And he asked her, “I am no expert in cleaning but, I know that the floor isn’t supposed to be flooded with water like that.”

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He brought his face dangerously closer to her, his blood-red eyes glared down at her when he accused her of planning something, “Were you really cleaning here? Or were you probably offering hollow hope to our blood stocks here? Say, by saying that you would miraculously try to save them somehow.”

It dawned upon Tilla that Vincent had been listening in to her conversation with the prisoners. So she immediately went into the defensive mode.

She asked him while slightly shivering in fear, “Milord, if you let me walk out of here unharmed then we can pretend that none of this ever happened. I would have never come down here if I knew that this was a dungeon. But now that I know, I will never set my foot inside here again. So please...”

They suddenly heard a soft chuckle from that chained woman when Tilla said that.

Tilla knew that everyone was probably thinking of her as an opportunist woman who was just trying to save her own arse, now that she was in real danger.

However, she didn’t care unless she could somehow escape from the predicament she was in at the moment. She could then carry out her original plan of telling everything to Anastasia and saving all the humans who were imprisoned here.

However, Vincent wasn’t someone who could be easily swayed by some hollow words.

He gave an evil smirk to Tilla. And he whispered to her in a threatening voice, “Do you think that I would trust your words at face value and let you step your foot out of that door? Do you take me as a fool who would let you walk out with the secret that you’re carrying?”

Tilla was now shivering greatly. She couldn’t believe that he, out of all the vampires, could look this scary. He had accompanied her at the wedding ball of her friend. He seemed like a nice man at that time.

But looking at him now, she believed that he was simply putting on an act that day.

Right now, she could see her death glaring down at her. And yet, she daringly glared back at Vincent, and subtly warned him, “If you try to do anything to me then the Queen will definitely punish you, milord. So, it would be better for you if you leave me alone.”

Vincent chuckled at that na?ve maid. He lightly pinched her chin, and then asked in a chilling tone, “Oh, dear! Do you think that I wouldn’t hurt you just because you are the Queen’s handmaid? If you’re thinking that then I hate to burst your bubble.”

Vincent trailed his hand from her chin to her neck. He touched her bulging veins and muttered, “You are the Queen’s handmaid, not the Queen herself.”

Tilla closed her eyes in fear when she felt his cold fingertips on her neck. Her own fingertips were touching the mop. However, she didn’t have the courage to use it. What was she going to do with it? Tickle that vampire?

Vincent, on the other hand, kept on threatening her, “I can put you behind the bars right now and nobody would know where you disappeared to. And you know what? The next time I visit this dungeon, I might as well choose you as my next meal.”

He leaned close to her ear. His cold lips happened to brush against her ear when he whispered, “I bet you are delicious, little kitten.”

Something ignited inside Tilla when he said that he was going to imprison her and then eat her. That was her will to live for another day. She didn’t want to die at the hand of a vampire and be his food.

In the heat of the moment, Tilla grabbed the mop and slammed it on Vincent’s head with great force.

The stick simply broke into half.

There was no reaction from Vincent except blinking and looking at Tilla with a confused expression on his face.

Tilla wasted no time. She dug that broke half of the stick that was still in her hand right into Vincent’s neck.

That elicited some reaction from him since the wood pierced his neck deeply. “Argh! What the hell?” he snarled at Tilla.

However, before he could do anything to her, Tilla screamed from her gut and head-butted Vincent.

“Aahhh!” Vincent covered his nose with his palm and toppled backward.

Taking that opportunity, Tilla ran toward the door. She ran so fast that if she took part in a race then she would have definitely won a gold medal.

Vincent saw her running for her life and couldn’t help but laugh. He wiped his blood from his nose, and then pulled out the stake from his neck.

“Mmh!” He touched the hole in his neck and thought, ‘Caspian was right. This one is feisty.’

Vincent picked himself up from the floor. He headed for the stairs while continuing to laugh.

He stepped out of the dungeon’s door and looked around. Tilla was nowhere in sight.

“Now, where did that kitten go?” He sighed because he could only think of one place where she could probably take refuge in.

He lazily slouched and mumbled to himself, “No... I am definitely not going to face the Queen. I don’t want to get slapped by another shoe. I already bled enough for today.”

Vincent heard a familiar gush of wind. He turned around to see Zenon.

He folded his arms and made a snarky remark, “And now you come!”

Zenon glanced at Vincent’s bloodied nose and neck. He furrowed his brows and asked Vincent in an annoyed voice, “What were you doing in there? I got a complaint. Were you the one who was causing a commotion down in the dungeon? Don’t tell me you tried to fight someone in there.”

Zenon narrowed his eyes at Vincent and asked in an accusing tone, “Or worse, don’t tell me you tried to steal a human.”