My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 290

A hoarse, mechanically altered voice echoed in Xanthea's ears, sending chills down her spine as she stood in a dimly lit room filled with a pervasive, musty stench.

—The guardian of the Queen crown?

So, the reason no NPC had approached her before was because they had left her to face the ultimate big boss!

He must look terrifying, right? Maybe a gaping maw, a green face with sharp fangs?

Trembling, her eyelashes fluttering, Xanthea tried to calm her nerves. "If you're guarding the Queen's crown, then guard it. Why are you holding on to me?"

"You were about to take the Queen's crown."

Well, that seemed logical.

"Okay, I won't take it, just let me go!" she demanded, struggling to break free.

But the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. It seemed he relished in the shivers of fear running through her body, as he nuzzled into her hair and his large hand greedily squeezed her slender waist. His breath was hot and heavy on her sensitive neck—a completely possessive and lewd gesture.

Xanthea froze.

What was he doing?

A normal NPC should have let go at her request, but he didn't. Instead, he intensified his hold!

"Let go of me, now!"

"I can't bear to, what do I do? Ms. Nightshade, you're so clever and enticing, lurking in the shadows has made me crave you. I've been wanting to…"

He whispered three words into her ear that made Xanthea's eyes widen in alarm.

"That's Mr. Lockwood from the crew, you must have seen him, right? Let me tell you, he's really tough. If you touch a single hair on my head, you can't imagine the consequences!"

Hearing this, the ghost behind her went silent. Just as Xanthea thought he was intimidated and was preparing to make her escape, he suddenly leaned close to her ear, almost touching, his voice tinged with amusement, "Oh? How tough is he?"

"Tough enough to beat ten of you!"

"Really?"

His laughter seemed to grow more joyful, his arms around her not loosening in the slightest, "He's that impressive in your eyes? And what is he to you?"

"He's…"

Xanthea started to reply but then caught herself, sensing a trap. What if this creepy NPC wasn't just planning something sinister but also used this secret to blackmail or extort her? That could be a big problem.