The Most Evil Kind.

Only now did the vampire realize he had no backup plan. What if they sent him away to his mother in some very distant lands? Look how the ek'Savoyardi play their games! He would have killed on the spot, but he understands he's not capable of it.

—"Your proposal itself seems outrageous to me!"

—"Wait, brother," the baron grabbed the speaker's coat with his hand.

Then he stepped forward and approached the knight closely, staring intently into his eyes.

—"We will do as Alex Blood suggests."

—"But..."

—"We will do as this knight suggests," the baron emphasized each word, indicating that objections on this matter were not accepted. "Place our guest in the baroness's bedroom."

To say that the person to whom this order was given was surprised would be an understatement. The baroness's bedroom had been vacant since the young beauty died giving birth to her son and heir. But it was the only bedroom in the castle with a secret passage leading directly from the baron's bedroom. The guest wouldn't be able to greet him if he was wrong!

The room that had been the former castle owner's bedroom was frankly small. Fifteen square meters, a bed, a table with a mirror, a bedside table at the headboard. Modest and even meager. Of course, one mirror cost more than the annual income of an ordinary person, but everything else... even the wall covering was made of ordinary fabrics. The maids who prepared the room for the guest looked at him with curiosity, but no one dared to speak.

Left alone, the vampire inspected the walls. Ah, here was the panel hiding the secret passage. And the smell tells us that there are already two people standing behind it. A light knock on the wall and an equally quiet response from the other side. All that was left was to wait.

And the girl didn't disappoint. She was still too young and impatient. She should have waited an hour or two. Let the guest have his first sleep. And only then quietly sneak into his room, and let nature take its course. And then weave ropes from the heat of sex and the anticipation of its continuation, from the man! But none of this happened. A quiet knock on the door sounded twenty minutes later.

—"I dared to come to you. I hoped you weren't asleep."

"Well, you hoped for something completely different, but let's play along."

—"I didn't think you would risk it."

—"Why? You know how beautiful you are! As soon as I saw you, I knew I couldn't live without you."

"Oh, you want to go in the wrong direction, darling! I need to steer you!"

—"Enough of this drama! You are married, and my beauty has nothing to do with the reason for your visit. What do you want, ma'am?"

—"You!"

—"Then we should end this conversation. It's time for you to sleep, lady."

The girl squinted her eyes discontentedly.

—"And what if I say that tomorrow they will kill the baron, and by evening everything here will be mine? This drunkard he calls his son is absolutely useless, and he can't do anything without me!"

"This was too easy."

People behind the false panel stirred. There was clearly some struggle there. One wanted to come out, and the other held him back. Fortunately, everything was very quiet.

—"And why should they kill the baron tomorrow?"

—"I persuaded this fool, Knight Barkh, and he will do it for me. But I don't need him! I need you! The barony will be ours. I'll be yours! I'll bear your child, and he will inherit the barony! You just need to agree and support me. What do you care about this old man? You're not even his vassal!"

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