Beast of the Frozen Night

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Ashton sighed as he recalled the Grand Duke’s face when he threatened the doctor and told him to save her immediately.

“Since you’ve come this far, let’s take a day off and return tomorrow.”

The Grand Duke gave no reply, but Ashton took it as acceptance.

* * *

Even when night came, Anne did not wake up.
Daymond, leaning on one shoulder against the window of the Grand Duchess’ room, looked out.

However, what he saw was not the scenery outside or the knights standing guard in the dark.
It was Anne, who fell into a long sleep and laid still, reflected in the dimly lit window.

After the doctor withdrew, he claimed that he would stay by her side and dismissed the employees.
He ordered the attendants to feed the fire a lot of fuel, so the temperature in the room was hot enough to remind one of a summer’s day.
He was sweaty and uncomfortably hot, but his complexion was frosty.

’

“Huuuuh.”

A soft moan came from the bed.
Responding reflexively, he strode straight to the bedside and examined her.

She looked as if she had been sleeping quietly, but Anne’s expression was painfully contorted.
Her white face was as pale as her corpse, without any blood.
The rosy cheeks had lost their life, and her lips were blue.

Daymond’s vision, looking down at the sleeping Anne, was blacker than the darkness outside.

“Are you having nightmares?”

Her slender fingers convulsed several times.
Her white knuckles bulged out on the backs of her hands.

Daymond put his hand on her forehead.
However, despite all the fire and medicine he had given her, her bare skin was colder than his frigid body.

“Damn it.
It’s like ice.”

’

He went straight to the roaring fireplace and warmed himself for a while.
Then he got into the bed, laid down, and held her little body tightly.
Wearing only a thin slip, her body temperature remained low even under the thick cotton blanket.
He hugged her cold, tender body closer into his arms.

Fortunately, he could feel her spasms gradually subside.
The Grand Duke exhaled slowly on her face as if his arms were uncomfortable.

He put his lips on Anne’s cheek, hugging her cold body again.

“Anne… If you die again this time, I won’t forgive you, even if it means chasing you to the ends of hell.”

He took a shallow breath and recited fiercely to the lying body, but there was also a sense of urgency in his voice.

“If you are going to go again, at least kill me before you go.”

However, his only wish was near-impossible to achieve.

Unlike her, he was immortal.