Chapter 34: The Attack

I woke up, lazily stretching without opening my eyes. My hand brushed against a cold face close at hand. However, the features didn't match the baron's wicked, stunning face. There was no stubble on the chin, just soft, delicate skin that felt slightly sticky, as if covered in foundation or skincare products. When my fingers touched the lips, they were grazed by something sharp.

Suppressing my shock, I quickly opened my eyes and saw two women lying beside me. Their eyes were blood-red, their fangs bared, greedily inhaling my scent, their drool nearly dripping from their mouths.

What on earth is going on? I just touched a vampire's fangs! I glanced at my fingers, relieved they weren't cut, and gasped in fear as I scrambled backward.

"Her blood must be delicious!" The blonde, blue-eyed beauty blinked like a cat.

"The master is too selfish. How could he keep such a delicious Elf beauty in his own bed? He should have taken her to the kitchen for everyone to enjoy!" The black-haired, dark-skinned beauty clearly disapproved of Lionel's actions.

The blonde suddenly lunged at me, but I swiftly kicked her off the bed. The black-haired woman seized the opportunity to grab my hair, her fangs aiming straight for my neck. In a burst of anger, I struck her chest hard. She screamed in pain, tumbling off the bed, but quickly regained her footing, glaring at me furiously. "What did you do to me?"

"Just temporarily froze your blood, haha…" I sneered, jumping off the bed.

But the blonde had somehow moved behind me, grabbing my wrist and biting toward my pulse. The black-haired woman closed in, pinning my head and aiming for my neck!

"Lionel—help!" My scream pierced the room, echoing through the hotel.

The two women instantly released me and retreated to the door, growling in frustration at my scream. They muttered in unison, "She called the master Lionel?"

Isn't that what he's called?

I composed myself and warned, "Don't come any closer. If you do, I'll kill you!"

The door burst open, and the two women were flung aside—one landing by the bed, the other against the wall. A tall figure in deep blue rushed in like a beam of light, pulling me into his arms and holding me tightly. "Margie, what happened?"

"They were trying to drink my blood!"

"Huh?!" Lionel glared coldly at the two women. "Daisy, Phoebe, are you tired of living?"

The two women quickly stood up, adjusting their pristine white outfits. "It was Lisa who said the master had prepared an Elf for us!"

I couldn't help sighing.

Has Lisa already started the war?

It seems she truly hates me, deeply loves Lionel, and despises these two companions of hers even more.