Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 201. I Won't Handle Any Rumors

Before Victoria could respond, Damian moved. In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrists and pushed her back against the wall. The impact was firm but not rough, and he pinned her hands on either side of her head, his body close enough to block her from slipping away.

Victoria's reaction wasn't what he expected. Instead of struggling or looking surprised, she chuckled softly, her head tilting to meet his gaze. "Make me," she said, her voice dripping with challenge. "You don't know how excited I am right now."

Damian's eyes narrowed, but a grin slowly curled his lips. If she wanted to play this game, he'd play it better. "Great," he said, his tone low and dangerous. "But just a reminder, Victoria…" He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her ear. "In this form, I'm just an apprentice. I won't handle any rumors about a vampire queen falling for an apprentice warlock. You know that would be terrible for your reputation."

Victoria's smile didn't waver, though her eyes glinted with something darker—something almost wild. "Is that a precaution?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing. "Or a threat?"

Damian's grin widened, his voice dropping even lower. "Both," he said. "Consider it a courtesy."

For a moment, the room fell into silence, the kind of stillness that felt heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath. Damian's playful demeanor was nowhere to be found. His grin faded as he studied Victoria, his sharp gaze fixed on her every move.

She didn't flinch under his scrutiny, didn't look away. Instead, she just smiled, calm and poised, like she had all the time in the world. It only made Damian more suspicious.

His mind raced. 'What the hell is she planning?' She had to have an angle—people like her always did. The possibility that this was a trap was huge, too big to ignore. He thought back to the vision, the fight, and the moments that made it seem like he'd saved her. That was the past, though, and people changed. Goals shifted.

Victoria wasn't just anyone. She was the queen of vampires. If this was a game, she was playing it better than anyone he'd ever met.

And then there was him.

He wasn't exactly innocent in this. Damian clenched his fists at the thought. He wasn't just a warlock with a fragmented past—he was a criminal in the eyes of most, someone who'd been hunted and hated for his actions as Kaelan. To make things worse, he carried a special Mana Core within him, one unlike anything others possessed. It wasn't just powerful—it was tied to the demon king sealed inside him.

That power made him a target, a prize, and a threat all at once. People wanted it, wanted him, either to use, destroy, or claim. Victoria couldn't be an exception to that.

"Courtesy…" Victoria's soft chuckle broke his train of thought. Her voice was low, almost a purr, as she spoke. "I like that."

Before Damian could respond, she moved closer. Not just a step or two, but close enough for him to feel the faint coolness of her presence, to see the slight upward curve of her lips as they hovered next to his ear.

"But," she whispered, her tone soft yet charged with intensity, "if you think I'll be afraid of my reputation being ruined, you're wrong. I don't care about that, Kaelan."

Damian didn't move, didn't flinch. His expression remained serious, his thoughts sharp and calculating. "You act like you don't care," he said, his voice even, though his mind was racing. "But the mission you gave us was to save your position, wasn't it?"

Victoria pulled back slightly, her crimson eyes meeting his. For a moment, she just stared at him, and Damian felt the weight of her gaze, like she was peeling back layers to see what was underneath.

"Yes," she said finally, her tone steady. "But between that and now, there is no connection."

Damian frowned. "No connection?"

Her eyes softened, just barely, and her voice dropped into something almost vulnerable, yet laced with unshakable conviction. "You… You are more important than my position or anything else. For you…" She paused, and Damian swore he saw the faintest flicker of raw emotion in her expression.

"For you, I would burn this world to ashes."

Damian's breath hitched, though his face betrayed nothing. Outside, he was calm, unreadable. Inside, his thoughts were chaos.

'What the hell is this woman saying?'

Victoria had just shattered every assumption he'd made about her. This wasn't the detached, calculating queen he'd been speaking to before. This was someone else entirely—someone who had just peeled back the mask and exposed something real, raw, and dangerous.

But why? Was this another manipulation?

"You'd burn the world?" Damian said slowly, his voice tinged with disbelief. "For me?"

Victoria didn't flinch. "Yes," she said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Damian narrowed his eyes, his voice hardening. "You're talking to the man who killed your husband, Victoria. And you're saying this? To me?"

Victoria's smile didn't fade, but there was something softer in her gaze now. "Yes," she repeated. "Because you don't remember. Your memories are fragmented, and you're only seeing pieces of the truth. That night… you don't know what really happened."

Damian's fists clenched at his sides. "What do you mean?"

Victoria stepped even closer, her hand rising slowly to touch his cheek. The gesture was gentle, intimate, and it made every nerve in his body scream at him to pull away, not because of shyness—but he didn't.

"You don't see it yet," she said softly, her fingers brushing against his skin. "But I do. I see you. I see the man you were, the man you are, and the man you could become. You're more than you know, more than anyone knows."

Damian swallowed hard, his mind racing. He didn't trust this—not fully—but there was something about her words, her tone, that made him hesitate. She wasn't lying. At least, not entirely.

But what was the truth?