Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 293: His nose!

He was much taller and his muscles bulged like a bodybuilder. His beard was also overgrown but he didn’t seem to care as he walked straight with a dark scowl on his face like he could perpetually smell something bad that clung to him.

No one greeted them and never had he been grateful for having picked the perfect specimen to transform into as he walked past the gates adjusting his belt like a man who had just satisfied his urge of going to the toilet and all was right with the world.

Vazer walked at a steady pace even though he would have liked nothing more than to rush ahead and look for his sister.

Still, he couldn’t be hasty as he allowed himself to look like he belonged. But that was until he heard someone bark at him a name that could only have been his.

"Luke! Are you deaf? I’ve been calling you!"

"Why are you here and not at the gate?" the tall man barked, Vazer noting the badge on the guard’s shoulder that showed that he was high-ranking but Vazer didn’t care.

Instead he bowed his head as he was showered with insults, even as his eyes scanned the entrance where he had reached waiting for the perfect time to take him out and dispose of him in silence but unluckily for him.

It never came!

"Are you deaf? Lord Javi is by the gates! Where were you?"

"I went to the toilet and I just needed to—" but he didn’t get to finish.

"Shut up! You’re nothing but a fucking disgrace!" the soldier snapped at him and Vazer took it without a hint of anger in his gaze.

"I’ll hurry there now!" Vazer bowed about to head into the mansion like he had been prepared to only to hear an even louder shout from behind him.

Spit and all raining all over his face as the man barked right at him.

"GUARD! Have you gone senile?" and Vazer only bowed his head much lower than before realizing that he had made another mistake but regardless he had no intention of heading back to the main gates where he absolutely couldn’t be. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Moreover, he only had a few minutes left and couldn’t afford to be delayed any longer than he already was.

"Yes! I-I need to get a weapon first! Just-just in case!" he stuttered doing his best to seem like he was the most useless coward on earth.

That was fine until his patience was tempted as a hard slap was leveled down on his shoulder.

The anger that instantly bubbled up onto his face was a hundred times worse than the pain in his shoulder even as he went ahead to cry out in pain.

Vazer clenched his fists, suppressing the burning desire to tear the guard apart then and there. He forced his expression into one of submission, gritting his teeth as he bowed his head slightly.

"I’m sorry, sir," he muttered, his voice deliberately subdued.

The guard sneered. "Useless piece of shit," he spat before slamming another heavy blow onto Vazer’s shoulder. Pain flared, but Vazer didn’t flinch this time. He simply bowed deeper.

The guard grunted in satisfaction. "Get lost before I change my mind," he snapped, before turning back toward the gate.

Vazer straightened slowly, rolling his shoulder as though shaking off the pain. The guard had made a mistake. A fatal one. Before the night was over, Vazer would ensure he never hit anyone again.

He strode toward the main building, careful to maintain the heavy, lumbering gait of Luke—the guard he had transformed into. He didn’t rush. He didn’t look around anxiously. He belonged here.

Inside, the grand mansion smelled of old stone, and something faintly metallic.

The air was thick with an unseen presence, the weight of countless vampires that prowled within these walls.

Vazer kept his head low, moving up the grand staircase toward the topmost floor, where Lord Javi’s office was located.

He reached the last flight of stairs when a voice rang out behind him.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing up here?"

Vazer stopped mid-step, his muscles tensing. He turned his head slightly to see a guard approaching—this one more alert than the fool at the gate. His expression was a mix of suspicion and annoyance.

"I—" Vazer hesitated deliberately, lowering his gaze. "I was told to fetch something for Lord Javi." he said lying through his teeth with surprising courage.

His guard clothes were different and it was visibly clear that he shouldn’t even be there in the first place.

Worse, the guard knew it and he had no place in his heart to allow it.

"Bullshit," the guard snapped. "You’re not supposed to be here."

Vazer swallowed, bowing his head slightly. His body language remained subservient, but inside, he was a coiled spring ready to strike.

"Sorry, sir. I was just following orders."

"Whose orders?" the guard demanded, stepping closer.

Vazer didn’t answer. He had closed the distance enough.

In one swift motion, he lunged. His hand shot up, fingers driving into the guard’s throat with precise force.

Hard enough to have crushed metal if he wished it not to mention bone which crumbled under his fist like a biscuit.

A wet, choking sound escaped the man’s lips as his windpipe collapsed under the pressure. His hands flailed, clawing at Vazer’s arm, but his strength was already leaving him.

Vazer didn’t let him fall. He caught the struggling man, twisting his head sharply—crack! The guard’s body went limp, his mouth still open in a silent, unfinished curse.

Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, but Vazer had been careful. There was no spray, no mess. He could not afford to draw attention with the mansion crawling with Reds.

Moreover the guard was still very much alive. There was no need to kill him when it wasn’t even his real face.

Moving quickly, he shoved open the door to Javi’s office and dragged the body inside.

The room was lavish, lined with dark wood, red velvet, and gold-trimmed furniture. A massive desk sat near a large window overlooking the courtyard.

Vazer heaved the dead weight inside, kicking the door shut behind him before laying the body face down flat against the floor.

For a few seconds after he entered he did nothing more than to stand still in the center of the office.

He stood, taking in the details of the office, searching for clues—anything that could lead him to his sister.

But it wasn’t his eyes that noticed something out of place. It was his nose.