Chapter Two Hundred And Thirty-two: The Wind Of Change

Things were falling apart under his watchful eyes, this was not how everything was supposed to turn out. Where had everything gone wrong? When the girl found out about him? Gosh, this was so irritating.

Raphael's eyes roved over the girl's sleeping figure while she received the transfusion. Once she becomes conscious, he would complete the rest of his plan which was mating with her; he would make her his for eternity.

"I need an orbiting orb" he demanded from the witch who was sitting beside the girl's bedside.

"How long would your plan last…?" Her voice quivered," I miss my daughter " 

Raphael growled at her," As soon as you work harder. Now the orb," he demanded with an outstretched arm.

The blonde-haired witch who had dark circles all around her eyes, said a spell, and six circular little dark blue globes appeared in her hands which she handed over to Raphael grumpily.