My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Trust
There were times when teleporting everywhere was a good thing and there were also times when it’s not. Now was one of those times.

Helena knew that teleporting to the Necromancer’s lair was a risk that she couldn’t afford to take. Not right now.

She had seen it in the vampire’s eyes the last time she went to him. He’s impatient and desperate. And desperate people are not to be trusted. Who knew if he had set a trap and was just waiting for her to teleport in?

She walked with the confidence of a creature of the night, moving from shadow to shadow, as she walked to his underground apartment.

Even though their goals temporarily aligned, she knew he was just as likely to kill her as to thank her for the information she was bringing him. But she needed this. She needed Ezra to believe she was on his side, even while she played her own game on the side.

She descended the worn stone steps leading to the underground chamber. She wasn’t sure if this was a wise move, but she had already committed. There was no turning back.

Her thoughts jumped to Ezra’s soul bond. The thoughts of all that power at her fingertips sent her mind racing. Her extremities tingled with pleasure and she could feel her nipples harden slightly. The nights with Ezra hadn’t been bad either.

She had begun having thoughts of spending eternity with Ezra, but that didn’t mean she was ready to die for him either.

When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she deployed her Aura, using it to search her immediate surroundings. It didn’t take long for her to find out that there were no traps waiting.

With that, she pushed the door open and entered. She walked in to find the Necromancer already waiting for her, sitting on a throne-like chair made from twisted bones and sinew.

He looked up as she approached, his eyes gleaming in the low light, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Helena.” He greeted her. This time, he managed to pull off the low rasp with his voice filled with amusement. She had to admit that it complemented his look, black cloak and all.

“What brings you here tonight? Have you finally decided to stop playing both sides?”

“Playing both sides?” Helena asked with a frown. She knew she shouldn’t have risen to the bait but this was a chance to purge the resentment out of his body.

The Necromances stared at her, not breaking eye contact. After a few seconds, he blinked, leaning back in his chair.

“What do you want, Helena.?”

Helena kept her expression neutral as she stepped forward. “I have information for you,” she said, her voice even. “Information about Ezra.”

The Necromancer’s eyes narrowed with interest, abandoned his projected image and leaned forward slightly. “Go on.”

Helena allowed herself a small, knowing smile. She had his attention, exactly where she wanted him. “Ezra Matter is going to be at the farmer’s market in a week’s time.” She began, watching the flicker of recognition in the Necromancer’s eyes. “He has something he’s going to retrieve at exactly midnight. Be a minute early or a Minute late and you’ll miss him. Be exactly on time and you’ll be able to intercept him.

The Necromancer stood, his dark cloak shifting around him like a living shadow. He took a step closer to her, his eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous. “Are you sure about this, Helena? Are you sure you’re not playing another one of your little games?”

“What games?” raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his attempt at intimidation. “I wouldn’t come all the way here if I wasn’t sure. I have my own reasons for wanting Ezra out of the way, but you’ll need to act fast. He won’t stay there for long, and this is the only window you’ll have.”

The Necromancer circled around her slowly, his gaze lingering on her face as if searching for any hint of deceit. He stopped just behind her, his voice low and soft.

“And what exactly is your angle in all of this? The only way you could have gotten this information is if you’ve been awfully cozy with him. Why should I trust you?”

Helena turned to face him, holding his gaze without flinching. “My angle is simple. I want Ezra gone, just like you do. But I’m not foolish enough to try and kill him myself. That’s where you come in.”

The Necromancer let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’re a clever one, aren’t you? Always working your angles.” He paused, considering her words for a moment longer. “Very well. I’ll be there.”

Helena watched him for a moment longer, her mind racing. She had given him the information but he was having doubts. She needed him to believe that this was the perfect opportunity, needed him to commit to the trap Ezra had planned at the farmer’s market.

“I trust you’ll make good on this, Necromancer,” Helena said, her voice smooth but firm. “After all, we both know that letting Ezra slip through your fingers again would be… unfortunate.”

The Necromancer’s eyes flickered dangerously, but he smiled, a twisted, cruel smile that was sufficiently bloodthirsty to calm Helena’s worries. “Oh, don’t worry. Ezra won’t escape this time. He’ll be mine before the night is over.”

Helena gave him a curt nod, turning to leave before the situation could escalate further. She had set the stage, and now all that was left was for the pieces to fall into place.

The Necromancer would take the bait, and Ezra would have his chance to end this once and for all.

And when the dust settles, she’ll have the chance to claim him for herself. After all, his slush fund was in her hands.

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As he watched Helena leave, the Necromancer did something he hadn’t done in some time.

A huge chunk of his vitality flowed out of him and into his minions, who had been dormant. They slowly came awake and in the next second, Z appeared in front of him, bowing.

He rose from his throne and gave a command he should have given a long time ago. “Track Helena.” He commanded.

“Yes, my lord.” Z disappeared.