Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 190: Bugs and Ants

Violet could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she got down from the helicopter and walked beside Cain, entering the car that was waiting to pick them up.

The sun was high in the sky, but Violet didn’t notice any heat from it as she concentrated on staring at the ground. She wore a white short gown that accentuated the color of her pale skin, but that was the least of her concerns as she entered the car, with Cain moving to sit beside her.

"You look scared. That’s unlike you," Cain pointed out. But Violet, her face fixed on the car window, simply raised her hand to touch the dog-like collar still fastened around her neck as she responded.

"Wouldn’t you be scared if you were me?" Violet asked, turning her full gaze to him, annoyed. The calm expression on his face, devoid of any concern, only grated on her nerves as she continued speaking, ignoring the driver as if he were nonexistent.

"You aren’t safe either, you know. With what you did..." She trailed off, confident that Cain knew exactly what she meant.

"You should have brought more bodyguards," she added, raising her hands to touch her face for what felt like the hundredth time, almost as if she were trying to confirm that it was no longer her real face.

Mentally making sure to imagine and will on the face the witch had somehow allowed her to change to.

Cain didn’t respond this time. Instead, he simply continued to smile, his gaze fixed on her, before suddenly pulling off the black tie he wore and tossing it onto the seat between them.

Violet’s eyes remained on him as she wondered what he was up to, watching as he loosened the upper buttons of his shirt.

"I’m a little warm," Cain sighed, even as Violet threw him a skeptical look, considering the blasting chill of the car’s AC.

"I’ve been feeling that way recently, but it’s fine," he continued, clearly changing the subject—something Violet could see he was doing on purpose. She didn’t bother calling him out on it.

Instead, she shifted closer to the door on her right and, just like before, focused her attention on the surroundings as the car zoomed by, different thoughts floating in her mind.

Should I escape? But the thought had barely surfaced before she immediately squashed it. Cain wasn’t hurting her, but she knew beyond a doubt that if she ever ran again and he caught her... she would wish she were dead.

Cain wasn’t a good or kind man—that much was obvious. They were sleeping together, and with them being mates, it was clear he showed her more consideration than he usually would.

Moreover... where would I even go? she thought, but the nagging feeling that her new face could hide her identity as a witch made the idea a bit more tempting. Still...

Unless he actually hurts me... or something happens, there’s no reason to leave! she decided, intent on enjoying the perks of her newfound servitude. Even as she thought of ways to gain more freedom, more money, and everything she could ever want.

Moreover... sleeping with him is also a perk! she mused, glancing at him from the side—only to see him typing away on his phone, his face cold and unreadable. It was a look Violet found both extremely charming and hard to look away from.

She was still staring, about to look away, when Cain suddenly spoke.

"Unless you’re interested in my body, should you really be looking at me like that?" he said, catching her completely off guard.

Violet’s cheeks instantly reddened, and she jerked her face away, fixing her gaze back on the window, not daring to respond. How did he even notice when he was focused on his phone? she wondered.

His words were shocking but somehow helped her relax—until the car finally came to a stop. They had entered a massive mansion, pulling up in front of a grand hall with dozens of expensive cars parked outside.

Cain was the first to step out, reaching out a hand to Violet, who willingly took it as she stepped out of the car. She was grateful that the white shoes she wore were easy to walk in, unlike the heeled ones Cain had filled her wardrobe with.

Well, he spent a hundred million... I’m quite expensive! she lampooned within herself, following behind Cain. She noticed Frank, the head of the elite guards she was familiar with, immediately stepping closer to accompany them into the hall, while all the other bodyguards stayed behind.

"I-I don’t need to go in. I don’t mind waiting in the—" she began, knowing that this was far from the kind of outing she had wanted. freewёbnoνel.com

But she had barely started speaking when Cain wrapped an arm around her waist, cutting her off mid-sentence. He lowered his head to whisper in her ear, "Regardless of what happens in there... I expect you not to flinch."

He continued whispering as they walked in, ignoring the fact that Frank would have no trouble hearing his words.

"Your rank is higher than Frank’s, and even he will merely bow his head. You can choose to do the same, or you can ignore them," he told her.

Violet immediately understood—he was giving her permission to act as she pleased.

Feeling her heart race, she nodded her head, waiting for Cain to drop his arm from around her waist. But he didn’t. He held on to her as they made their way past the silent corridors and towering ceilings.

The interior was luxurious, with shiny tiles and high pillars, but Violet’s attention was more focused on the lack of guards. She was surprised to find that the high-ranking lords wouldn’t bother to arm the place they were meeting to the teeth.

Even more unsettling was the fact that, apart from Cain’s guards, she hadn’t seen anyone else. Violet was just about to ask when she suddenly turned her head, almost jerking in fright, as she caught a shadow moving behind a pillar—almost too fast for her to even tell if it was a man or a woman.

"The better they hide... the better they are," Cain told her, increasing his pace—one that Violet had no problems matching.

I just need to get through this meeting and wait patiently for it to be done so I can return, she thought, pushing away her unease.