Chapter 120. First Dance: pt. 4

Vladimir was marked by his bride and he often had dreams, dreams of spellbinding violet eyes. And female he was currently holding in his arms had ordinary hazel eyes. Nothing like the eyes that haunt him in his dreams.

His dreams gave him a glimpse of something he can’t have, something he had lost because of his greed and stupidity to trust an Oracle.

‘This female wasn’t his bride.’ Vladimir told himself more firmly.

But the question was that if she wasn’t his bride then why did he felt this strange pull towards her? Who was this female and more importantly what was she?

Vladimir could detect different lingering scents on her yet he could not catch the mysterious female’s scent. “Pardon my rudeness but why can’t I catch your scent, my lady.” As soon as the words left his lips he felt her stiffen in his arms.

Before she could answer or Vladimir could ask her anything else he saw Mercy approaching them with a worried expression on her face. Lady Olivia dr