The World Is Mine For The Taking Chapter 1319: Epilogue 24 - The Virgin Queen And The Mad Wom

I twisted my arm away just in ti, her fangs snapping shut inches from my skin with a sharp click that echoed faintly in the air. The force behind her bite wasn’t small either. If that had landed, it would have torn straight through without much resistance. Before she could recover, I drove my knee upward with as much precision as I could manage, slamming it right into her chin.

"Guaaaahhh!"

The impact traveled cleanly. I could feel it through my leg, that solid, satisfying hit that told I didn’t miss. Her body lifted slightly off the ground, just a few centiters, but enough to break her balance completely. She flipped backward midair in a ssy, uncontrolled motion, like her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

She landed, skidding a little, then steadied herself.

I kept my eyes on her the whole ti.

When she looked back at , sothing had changed. It was subtle, but it was there. Her eyes weren’t exactly the sa anymore. The wildness hadn’t fully disappeared, but it had shifted. Less chaos and more awareness.

That was good.

Right now, I needed to be sure of sothing.

I wanted to confirm if I could actually make Sara shift her allegiance to . Not just temporarily, not just out of fear or instinct, but sothing useful.

At the sa ti, I had to figure out where she stood. Whether her loyalty to Sesillian or Moriarty was strong enough to resist being turned. Or if there was a crack sowhere I could push into.

Because if I could ta her, really ta her, then she’d be more than just a problem. She’d be an asset.

Soone close to Moriarty.

Soone who could see things I couldn’t.

Soone who could tell what kind of shit he was planning behind the scenes.

At this point, I didn’t have concrete proof of anything. It was more of a feeling than anything else, but it wasn’t sothing I could just ignore. Moriarty felt like the type who wouldn’t leave loose ends lying around forever. Sooner or later, he’d co for her.

And when that happened, she’d probably fall right back under him.

That was the part I couldn’t allow.

If I got to her first, if I made her mine before he even had the chance, then things would turn out very differently. I could use her. Not in so vague, half-assed way, but properly. As a pair of eyes watching him from the inside.

Sure, there was always the risk of him figuring it out. Moriarty didn’t strike as an idiot. If anything, he was probably the opposite. Careful, observant, and annoying in all the worst ways.

Still, I didn’t think it would be easy for him to catch on.

Sara wasn’t exactly... stable.

She had a few screws loose, and that worked in my favor. Her behavior wasn’t consistent. Her thoughts didn’t always line up in a clean, logical way. Trying to predict her would be like trying to guess where a stray cat would go next. You could try, but you’d probably still get it wrong.

That unpredictability made her hard to read.

And because of that, it would make her hard to suspect.

On top of that, she wasn’t dumb.

If anything, she leaned toward being smart.

Which was funny, in a way.

People liked to separate intelligence and madness like they were opposites, but they really weren’t. Genius sat right next to insanity, like neighbors who kept borrowing each other’s stuff. Soone labeled a genius was usually just soone who didn’t care about common sense when chasing sothing they believed in.

Take physics, for example. Anyone who pushed boundaries there had to be willing to throw away what everyone else thought was obvious. That kind of thinking looked insane from the outside.

But once it worked, people started calling it brilliance.

Sa behavior, different label.

The line between the two was thin enough that you could cross it without even noticing.

Sara felt like she was sowhere along that line.

I couldn’t say for sure if she leaned more toward one side or the other. I didn’t see anything that scread genius, but I also didn’t think she was just so mindless ss either.

Either way, she was worth testing.

She didn’t give much ti to think after that.

The mont she shook off the disorientation from the hit, she lunged at again, faster this ti. Her claws ca at in a sharp arc, aiming to tear into my side.

I shifted my weight and dodged, her attack slicing through empty air.

"Missed," I muttered under my breath.

Before she could pull back, I kicked low, sweeping her legs out from under her. Her footing gave out instantly, and she slipped, hitting the ground harder than before.

She tried to recover imdiately, pushing herself up with a growl, but I stepped in before she could fully stand. Another kick sent her back down, and I followed it up by striking her head, not holding back this ti.

"Guh... nghhh...!"

The sound that ca out of her wasn’t as sharp as before. It was heavier and strained.

She looked up at again.

This ti, I held her gaze.

The madness from earlier was gone.

It was completely gone.

What replaced it was frustration. Raw, obvious frustration. And under that, sothing else started to settle in.

Understanding.

She knew.

She knew I was stronger.

It showed in the way her body tensed, not to attack, but to resist. In the way her eyes flickered, searching for an opening that wasn’t there.

She was starving. That much was clear. Her focus on hadn’t wavered even once. She wanted to bite, to tear, to feed.

But she couldn’t.

And now, she understood that.

"You look like you really want to eat," I said, keeping my tone steady. "If you want a bite, then you’ll have to beat first."

"Graaah!"

She pushed against my foot, trying to force it off her, but I pressed down harder, pinning her in place.

"You’re going to have to do better than that."

"Nghhh... Aaaahhh!"

Her struggle got more desperate, but it didn’t get her anywhere.

"One drop of my blood would be enough to restore you to what you were before," I continued, watching her carefully. "So go on. Try harder. Otherwise, you’re just making yourself even hungrier."

Her glare sharpened.

That part definitely got through.

Then I let my bloodlust spill out.

It wasn’t sothing I held back either. I directed it straight at her, letting it press down on her senses like a heavy weight.

Her reaction was instant.

Her body stiffened, her eyes widening as fear crept in.

"L-Let feed...! Let feed on your blood!"

There it was. Finally.

She wasn’t just attacking anymore.

She was asking.

It wasn’t polite by any normal standard, but compared to earlier, it was a big step up. There was so kind of restraint there now, so basic level of awareness.

Honestly, I didn’t expect her to switch that fast.

Worked out for though.

Now all her attention was locked onto .

"You want to feed you?" I asked.

"Yes, yes! Please! Let ! Feed !!!"

She was practically shouting now, her voice cracking under the weight of her hunger.

Yeah, she really wanted it.

I sighed lightly, then made a decision.

"Fine. Just a taste."

I reopened the cut on my arm slightly, enough for blood to start dripping again. It slid down my skin, before falling.

A drop landed right on her lips.

She froze for a split second.

Then she tasted it.

"S-So gooddddddddd~!!!"

Her eyes widened like she had just discovered sothing unbelievable.

"S-Sweet blood! I’ve never tasted anything like this before!!!" she said.