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- You won’t be able to get pregnant from me, so don’t frown like that. - he said and stroked her forehead, smoothing out the furrow between her eyebrows.

And Thea remembered that Raphael had told her that wizards could only create offspring within their own race. It relieved her heart at once, throwing off this unexpectedly heavy load.

But the next moment, she was covered with a new anxiety. Does this mean that if she connects her life with Raphael, then she will never have children of her own?

Her face was like an open book that Raphael read without problems and he understood her feelings, however, he was not going to give her a chance to run away from him again, even if they did not have children. After all, it was possible to adopt some orphan in the end.

- Don’t load your head ahead of time. You’re still too young to think about it.

But she was still bubbling with excitement, because even if she was young, she couldn’t live forever like him and sooner or later that day would come.

She was already nineteen, it was exactly the age when many girls got married and had children. She did not strive to be like everyone else and follow universal stereotypes just because someone said that it was necessary to do so, but she sincerely loved children and in her ideal picture of the world there was a point about having her own offspring.

She took a deep breath and decided that it really wasn’t the time to get upset about it, she just needed to think about it more seriously and assess whether she was ready for such a step if her heart followed Raphael.

He smoothed her tousled hair, ran his hand over her cheek and provocatively flicked her nose with his finger, drawing attention to himself, and then pulled her towards him, helping her get off the table.

Thea turned around and noticed bloody stains on the table, which also left a mark on her skin. There wasn’t much blood, but there was enough to notice.

- I need to find a rag to wipe this... - she fussed sharply.

It was completely unforgivable to leave behind at least some traces, especially since it was not their house and especially since these are traces of her destroyed virginity, which in itself was an embarrassing statement to the public.

But Raphael had other thoughts on this matter and hiding Thea behind his back, he kicked the table so that it flew into the wall, breaking into splinters.

- The coals in the fireplace are almost extinguished, this will be enough to warm up a little. – he said so casually, as if breaking someone else’s table was a common thing for him.

But Thea was already thinking in her head how she would justify herself to the owner of the house. It just wasn’t her style to give people discomfort and problems that she was carefully sheltered, not like Raphael. She rolled her eyes, looking at his naked ass as he lifted a couple of boards from the former table.

His body was perfect in her eyes. It would have been perfect in any eyes, but she preferred not to think about him walking around naked in front of someone else.

And unlike her, who immediately picked up her clothes and began to get dressed, Raphael did not do it soon, preferring to flaunt in front of her the whole pile of his inflated muscles, teasing her imagination.

Throwing the "unfortunate and fragile", in his opinion, table into the fire, he rubbed his hands, warming them and still put on his trousers before brewing another cup of tea for Thea.

- Now I will have an association that immediately after tea it is necessary to have sex. – he joked and Thea slapped his forearm with her hand, taking a hot mug with a fragrant drink from his hands.

- Does it really need to be so shameless to make me embarrassed? - she muttered.

- But it’s so natural, why be shy about it? - he spread his hands.

She just shook her head. There was no convincing him, he was just too self-satisfied and selfish.

This time, once in his arms, she was happy that he did not attempt to touch her again in any places. Of course, it was the most incredible experience of her life, but she could not deny that her whole body ached, and there was a slight burning sensation between her legs. She needed some time off.

- And so, now you’re going to tell me about Lillian? - she turned her head slightly in his direction.

- Are you talking about immortality? - Thea nodded. – No, she is not immortal, but she is exactly the person who has lived as long as I have.

- But how is that possible? Witches have the most ordinary life expectancy... - she frowned heavily and her heart contracted with incomprehensible anxiety.

- Only if the witch does not resort to black magic, taking other people’s lives to prolong her own. – he answered dryly and then heard something break.

Thea froze as if rooted to the ground. Her whole body was shaking, and her eyes were filled with terror. She was shaking her head like a madwoman, not noticing at all how the mug had just slipped out of her hands.

- No ... - she turned her head as if in a fit. – No, it can’t be. It can’t, can it? Really?

She looked at Raphael and the sight of her made him harden and grab her by the shoulders.

- What happened? Tell me... - he was looking at her intently and this kind of bothered him.

- Eugene, my mentor... She said that not so long ago a large number of young witches disappeared. And this happened periodically in different time periods, but not so massively. Could it be that she was involved in their disappearance?

Her eyes almost filled with tears, imagining the terrible fate of these girls who were too innocent to die for someone’s desire to prolong lives.

- I can’t be sure for sure, but it may be true, just as it may not be. - his answer didn’t help Thea at all. And only on the contrary made her brain load even more.

- I know from my people in Riliya that there have been too many funerals there lately and it wasn’t an accidental death. But, however, we still need to prove that Lillian is involved in this, even if we think we are sure of it.

- We can’t hang around here anymore while she does terrible things. - she suddenly took off, but her escape attempt was interrupted by Raphael’s firm grip on her wrist.

- What are you going to do? Even if everything is as you think, it’s night and everyone is already asleep. – he threw the right idea into her head. – Let’s wait for morning. Come here.

She reluctantly returned to her seat, lost in her own thoughts. Even if it was night, it was still time that remained valuable. And with each step, Thea began to value her time more and more, because it could not be returned while their enemies were active behind their backs.

She couldn’t waste this time.

She curled up in a ball, legs tucked up, rocking and biting her thumbnail. No matter how she tried to calm down, her whole body was like a spider’s web of tension, and she realized that this was happening with increasing force, which she could not cope with.

Tears welled up in her eyes, which gushed down her cheeks and at one point she turned to face Raphael and swung, slapped him a heavy slap, knocking all the air out of his lungs.

His whole brain shuddered at that moment and even his vampire abilities were dulled due to their relaxed state, so he did not expect her to slap him in the face.

He rubbed his stung cheek and looked questioningly at Thea. There was no anger in his eyes, but there was a desire to find out the reason for such an unexpected turn.

She turned her back to him again, crossed her arms over her chest and muttered under her breath...

- This is for you for ruffling my nerves for so long.

- Oh, I thought I’d cajoled you enough.

- That’s enough, but I promised myself that I would punch you as soon as I saw you, and it turned out that this is a great way to relieve tension. - She pursed her lips, wondering if she had overdone it.

- Well, then, I’m ready to be your whipping boy if it helps you." he grinned nervously. – However, I still think that sex is the best medicine for tension.

He slipped his hands under her sweater, warming his hands on the warm skin of her stomach.

- Did it make you feel better? – he asked, with full concern in his voice, kissing her neck.

- I still feel guilty that I can’t do anything at the moment. But yes, I got a little distracted. At least now I feel a burning pain in my arm, which distracts me.

A smile spread on Raphael’s lips and he lifted her palm, leaving a soft kiss on it.