I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 64

"If you take a bite, it'll be sweet."

Azazel licked his lips, flicking his bright red tongue. What had seemed like love just moments ago was suddenly filled with greed and hunger. His pupils gleamed oddly, like a predator eyeing its prey.

Seeing those unmistakably predatory eyes, Dane made up his mind. You are not my son, and your love is dangerous. Dane tightened his grip on the dagger and struck.

Thunk.

He felt the blade sink into flesh and muscle. Dane was entranced by the sight of the white blade lodged in Azazel's chest, with bright red blood flowing down it. Slowly, Dane released his grip on the dagger and stepped back, trembling at the scene before him.

'It looks... too human.'

Azazel, noticing Dane's gaze fixed on his bleeding chest, asked casually, "Aren't you going to use the other one?"

Even with the dagger lodged in his chest and blood soaking his shirt, Azazel showed no sign of pain. He remained calm.

"It would be in your best interest to finish it quickly, you know?"

What on earth was Azazel thinking? Dane, unable to take his eyes off him, suddenly realized that the air around them had become thick and stifling. Gray mist was spreading from Azazel's body, and Dane's instincts screamed that this mist was dangerous. Understanding that hesitation was not an option, Dane fumbled for the second dagger.

But instead of stopping him, Azazel stepped closer. Just as Dane, gritting his teeth, prepared to thrust the dagger into Azazel's chest, the voice of a woman who should not have been there rang out, stopping him in his tracks.

"Dane! Don't do it!"

With that cry, the dagger plunged into Azazel's body, and the black mist exploded, violently enveloping Dane. The mist swept him back like a storm, and in the midst of it, Dane heard a voice full of malice.

"...I really want to kill you."

At the same time, bam—a blow struck his back, and Dane rolled across the floor. As his vision blurred, he saw a red-haired woman running toward him. He hadn't misheard. As his consciousness began to fade, he saw Eve looking down at him. Dane's lips moved faintly.

'Why do you blame me?'

That was his last thought before he lost consciousness entirely.

***

Eve had rushed out of the carriage and ordered the driver to wait, hastily entering the gallery.

Had Dane used the dagger? What if something terrible had happened to Azazel? Worried and anxious, Eve raced through the gallery, only to feel a wave of relief when she heard Azazel's voice in the distance.

I'm not too late. Eve quickened her pace, her hurried steps turning into a full sprint. When she finally found Azazel, she saw Dane swinging the dagger at him. She cried out without thinking, and her eyes met Azazel's.

At that moment, the dagger pierced Azazel's chest. Before she could scream, black smoke erupted from him, swirling like a violent wind, whipping her hair and clothes. As the mist pushed her back, something crashed into the ground beside her with a loud thud.

Eve turned her head in shock. The black mist obscured her view, making it hard to see what had fallen. Holding her trembling heart, she cautiously approached the figure and found Dane lying unconscious on the floor.