Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 60

[Trinity’s POV]

I removed my wet clothes and squeezed them dry before walking in my underwear to grab a towel. I first dried my hair and face before I was startled when a warm hand grabbed my shoulder.

By reflex, I pulled that hand and swiped his leg, and threw him on the ground. Those years of physical training when I was a vampire didn’t go to waste. Though I had to admit that my mortal body was heavier and stiff compared to my vampire one.

“Ouch!”

My eyelids fluttered when I spotted Michael on the ground, groaning in pain.

“What are you doing? How did you climb in here without making a single sound?”

Michael took to his feet and rubbed his sides. “I carried you while jumping on multiple branches, remember? I’m physically fit and capable.”

He winked despite the crooked smile on his face.

There was another meaning to what he said, but I didn’t have the time nor plan to flirt with him.

“Ric trained you hard, huh,” I said and continued to dry myself. I didn’t mind that I was just in my underwear parading in front of him. I was confident with my skin and physique and if he tried anything I didn’t like . . . Well . . . let’s just say that he might found himself at the edge of the cliff.

Michael sighed, and his smile faltered. “Everyday.”

He then removed his clothes and squeezed them dry before putting them on the ground. He snatched the other end of the towel and wiped his face and hair.

“Get your own,” I said and pulled the towel without success.

“This is the only one we have.”

He held the towel tight and ruffled his hair with it. I grumbled under my breath, being careful not to stare at his abs and the sexy lines of his pelvis for more than a second.

The man really had a unique charm that even I found myself unable to resist. My eyes were darting to his naked chest and lean muscles from time to time.

“Like what you see?” He teased when he caught me staring. His grin was mischievous as the sparkle in his eyes.

I smirked and threw the towel over his face. “We’re even.”

“What do you mean even?”

“Don’t pretend that you didn’t check out my breasts.”

Michael laughed. “I guess we are then. And they’re beautiful, by the way.”

I turned to hide the heating of my face. He was really a charmer. “And you have nice abs.”

I sat on the rocks and draped over a blanket on my exposed skin. Michael wiped the rest of his body with the towel before he took the space next to me.

“What now?” he asked. “Should we just forget about this plan? We could still probably meet with the Prince even without Duke Roselake’s help.”

I shook my head, eyes on the dancing fire of the lamp. “The best hunters always surround Prince Zen. We only have this one shot in the Spring Festival in Venezia, and I plan to increase our chances with it.

“Once he returned inside the safety of his palace, it would be much trickier to get to him.”

“Then what are we going to do about the witch? I doubt that anyone would believe us if we tell them that the daughter of the Duke is a witch.”

I wiped my warts and pimples away before getting rid of my disguised. I needed another face if I was going to enter Roselake’s town. Maybe a brunet with rabbit teeth?

“I think this unexpected event had just turned into an opportunity.”

Michael looked at me, confused. “Opportunity? How so?”

“Think about it. Someone is obviously inside Nadia’s body. If we managed to get the real Nadia back, then the Duke will owe as a debt.”

“Are you sure that he wouldn’t burn you once he found out that you’re a witch as well? And how are we going to do that when the entire town believes that she’s the real daughter of the Duke?”

“Of course, we’re not going to tell him that I’m a witch. Your status as the real Saintess is enough ticket to make him believe that you purged the black witch with your divine magic.

“Regarding how to unmask that fraud, we just have to find that girl’s real body, whoever she is. I think that girl made a pact with a black witch to exchange her and Nadia’s souls. And the reason why the Duke was acting funny was because he’s under a spell.”

Michael scratched his head. “So you’re saying is, that girl isn’t the witch? Then who are they going to burn tomorrow?”

A wicked smile graced my lips. “Who knows? Maybe it’s the real Nadia. We just have to enter the town and see for ourselves.”

“Then who’s the real witch?”

“I caught a glimpse of our black witch. That faked Nadia was talking to her in front of that dresser’s mirror.”

“. . . Someone you know?” Michael probed when he noticed my silence and the grim look on my face.

I nodded. “Yes. Her name is Vexana. She’s a notorious black witch. She’s been making deals with young, innocent, naïve girls in exchange for their souls to get stronger since contractual souls were much easier to acquire than sacrificial souls. Didn’t cost too many items and magic too.

“She’s infamous throughout the witches. A powerful black witch that feared by many.”

Michael was silent for a moment before he asked, “. . . Can you defeat her?”

I looked over at him. His ocean eyes contained mysteries and depth that I didn’t want to explore and uncover.

“I don’t know to be honest.” I closed my eyes and leaned over my crossing feet, taking comfort in the warmth of the blanket draped over me. “I guess we’ll have to see and find out.”

“. . .”

Silence descended between us. For a time, the occasional thunder and the gushing rain were our only source of sound.

“Nothing seemed to faze you, huh?”