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Chapter 128 - 128- What use are you to me?

Immediately Cyra entered the bathroom, Louis went to the side and threw up clear liquid. He held the wall heaving, and his stomach churned from pain.

The woman patted him on the back, with a face filled with worry.

"Are you feeling better now?" She asked in concern, seeing Louis's pale face. Louis smiled slightly, trying to reassure her he was okay, but his expression looked worse than crying.

The woman's heart squeezed in heartache, and her eyes flashed with determination. She looked at the place Cyra was bathing, with whirling thoughts and left.

Louis watched her go with a puzzled frown; he saw the signal from his sister that she would be back. He relaxed subconsciously and sat on clean ground.

Crya washed the blood from her body, sighing as her mood became better. After she was done, she found no clothes in her space ring or anywhere around, even if they were. She felt her body itching from the thought of putting it on, but she couldn't walk around naked.

Crya remembered the woman who had led her here. She opened the door and called out, "Girl, come in."

It was at the right moment that the woman was almost reaching the door; she picked up her pace and jogged quickly into the open door with a bundle in her hands.

She turned her face away quickly as soon as she saw Cyra's naked form standing before her.

Cyra, comfortable in her own skin, looked at the woman and stated her needs.

"I need clothes." The woman reacted quickly and opened the bundle, rummaging through it before pulling out a bathroom with the tag still attached.

She stretched her hands and held the robe to Cyra without looking at her, she felt her hands empty and looked slowly towards Cyra.

Cyra was in a better mood and she asked graciously. "What do you want me to do for you." The woman looked up in shock. 'How did she know I wanted something from her?'

Cyra's eyes were calm as she watched the woman's flustered form; it was so obvious that no sane person would guide her to the bathroom or remember to bring clothes to her without having an ulterior motive.

Cyra watched as the woman's expression grew firm and determined.

"I want to follow you." The woman's body felt loose as she said those words. She was met with silence, making her anxious.

"You have a month to live....what use are you to me?" Cyra's words poured cold water on her.

Her hands clenched into a fist, "I can still work off you with my remaining life." Her eyes were filled with stark determination,

"Is it for the boy's sake?" Cyra asked with a thoughtful gaze. She was the woman who tensed up and guessed right.

Cyra walked around the woman, scrutinizing her thoughtfully. The woman tensed, feeling sweat sliding down her chin and dropping to the ground.

"Hmm...you will do." The woman breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was her determination that moved Cyra, not knowing it was her innate physic.

Cyra felt her blood calling to her as kin and realized the woman had a little drop of vampire blood in her bloodstream.

The room suddenly grew chill, stopping the woman instantly from her elated thoughts. She felt pressure mounting on her, making it hard for her to breathe and stand.

She held the door handle for anchor, "Know this- since you want to follow me, I own your whole existence...Am giving you a chance now to reconsider."

The woman bore down the pressure, and her nails dug into her palm, drawing blood; she looked up and spoke with an unwavering voice.

"My whole existence belongs to you, mistress." The pressure vanished as if it was a figment of her imagination but her bloody palm told her otherwise.

Cyra looked at the dark-haired Asian-looking woman,

"What's your name and the boy's?" The woman's dark eyes flashed brighten when she heard her mistress words.

"Am Slave 105; Louis is my brother's name, mistress."

"Your real name...what can your brother do?" Cyra asked, she felt the night presence wash over her as her gaze came alive.

"N-Nicole." the woman said her name clumsy, already used to the code name.

"My brother is a pastry chef." She saw Cyra's hands paused on the door handle,

"He's hired." She opened the door, startling Louis, who was standing with his ears to the door.

He flushed with embarrassment and fear, begging the ground to swallow him up.

He watched Cyra pass him without saying anything and breathed easily.

He looked up and saw his sister's happy eyes, and he felt happy too, even if he didn't know what happened. It has been years since his sister ever had such a happy gaze.

Nicole dragged Louis forward, following Cyra's steps, not giving him a chance to ask questions. He followed along with confused thought; when he saw them going up to the surface with the dangerous woman, he looked at his sister for answers, but she signalled for later.

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