Following Felicity's instructions, Isadora helped get the store ready for opening in no time. With Felicity's design choice, it looked more like a fantasy cottage than a typical store, and Felicity, the fairy was managing all of it.The scents in the cottage were sweet, light, and unique in different corners of the room. Isadora felt especially calm in this place.She observed from a corner in the store as Felicity reprimanded a customer."Wouldn't this be the third time this month you would piss her off?" She looked at the young man before her with displeasure written all over her face."I'm sorry Miss Felicity, give me another chance. I promise this is the last time. It's only a mistake," He looked very flustered as he spoke."You said these same words five chances ago!"The man immediately kept shut, guilt written all over his face. He could tell speaking further would aggravate Felicity more and do less good.His perception proved to be correct soon enough."Right. But this is the
"Mistress Sienna, you don't need to deal with this personally. Leave it to me, I'll take care of her." Dante said as he tried to stop Sienna for the nth time.That daughter of Lance carries such a disgusting bloodline, Sienna's hands shouldn't be sullied by her dirty blood. Isadora isn't worthy enough."You don't need to be worried, Dante. Don't you believe I'll be successful?" Sienna stood out in the open field, the fighting grounds reserved for the men in the B-, Division.Unlike her habit of wearing beautiful dresses, she looked powerful in pants and boots, a confident aura surrounded her.All the men of the B-Division were out to watch the interesting 'show' that would soon happen. The captain of the Division, Dante, hovered around Sienna in case she needed anything.They were quite good friends."Yes, I do." He said with utmost confidence."Then just watch from the sidelines. You've coached me personally and I am your best student, let me remind you of that." Sienna wound a piece
"Isadora…" Felicity whispered.Without warning, the heavy doors to Vincent's chambers swung open making the guards jerk forward from shock. And there he stood in a velvet Golden robe, the leader of the black saints in all his might.Even if he stood strong, eluding such a dominating aura that even Mateo's breath inevitably stifled, his tired red eyes revealed his true state."Lord Vincent!," They all acknowledged him, unable to hide the surprise in their voices.Vincent wore a frigid expression and ran an eye over his new company."What is all the ruckus about?!" He asked ferociously, his voice echoing down the hallway.The silent guards exchanged looks, not daring to say a word, for fear they might aggravate him even more.Felicity gathered courage and sucked in a deep breath. Immediately she threw herself at Vincent's feet, all of her sincerity gathered at the tip of her tongue."Please forgive me, Senior Brother, I have committed such a terrible thing to interrupt your rest in my s
THE NEXT DAYVincent didn't take his eyes off Dr Arturo for one minute as he worked tirelessly through the night to save Isadora's life. The pristine white sheets of his bed had become soaked, crimson red because Isadora laid on it. Due to the slit lucky to be just below her neck, Isadora has lost a lot of blood during the past hours and is hooked to a blood bag iv.Arturo wiped the sweat off his forehead, his back ached as he stood upright for the first time in hours."I've managed to stop the bleeding. I'll stitch it up to seal up the wound." He told Vincent whilst looking at Isadora.So this is the famous heir of the Green hounds, Vincent's most recent possession. He knew he would meet her sooner or later but not in this way. It's a miracle she is still in the land of the living due to how much blood she had lost before he arrived."Make sure it doesn't leave a scar." Vincent replied grumpily.Arturo faced Vincent.And there is this psycho of a person, who tried stopping a dagger
Sienna perched on the edge of her bed with an unsettling look on her face. She seemed to have a lot on her mind at that moment as her eyes looked very distant from immediate reality, like she was staring into space.The sound of the door opening jolted her out of her reverie.She quickly focused on her long-awaited visitor and waited till the door was snapped shut before whispering, "Have you done it?"Zeta nodded, standing only a few feet away from her mistress, "Yes, I burnt it and spread the ashes in the wind. No one saw."Sienna let out a huge sigh of relief and finally, a smile found its way to her lips. She looked the most satisfied at that moment."Good. I know I can always count on you."Zeta smiled from ear to ear, delighted to be praised by her dear Mistress. She had just helped Sienna out of one huge, troubling headache.Sienna's duel with Isadora had undergone perfect planning and execution to trample over any odds that could arise and prevent her from losing to the wench.
"This should be enough. Her body's temperature will turn back to normal after a while." Dr Arturo said, wringing excess water off a white napkin before setting it on Isadora's forehead.She is now completely asleep and in less pain than when he reached her.Vincent barely paid attention to his words. The Devil masked man sat behind his large desk, bent on work. His bright desk lamp cast some light on his face, making his eyes water a little.This wholesome scene capturing his habit of being hardworking didn't sit quite well with Arturo, on the contrary, it made him very mad.'This lad is ignoring him again'. Doctor Arturo frowned hard, his head wrinkled so much a vein threatened to pop.Decisively, he removed himself from Isadora's side and slammed his hands on Vincent's desk, capturing his attention.'Great the old man is about to throw another tantrum' Vincent thought tiredly, and raised his gaze at him, sure enough, the rain of lectures came flowing."Why don't you take pity on me?
Sienna moved sultrily, adorned in a beautiful dress, hued in her signature color, red.The skirt pooled about sienna like a cascading waterfall, chiffon layering sumptuously, over her assets. The halterneck top revealed her smooth shoulders, lots of lower cleavage, and accentuated her neck making her appear delicate as a wisp, crisscrossed under her breasts and cinching her waist. The confidence in her walk gave a touch of mystery and sexiness, just enough to hint the presence of a bloomed seductress.The lingering stares she got from patrolling guards boosted her ego even more. She has taken a lot of time to pamper herself so perfectly hours before daybreak, Vincent wouldn't be able to resist.The mere thought of Vincent made her feel funny down there. How she has missed his touch!This will also be an ample opportunity to inquire about his strange behavior on the field. It troubles her so much. Bonus points to see Isadora in pain, too.Today is going to be great!"G- good Morning M
When Isadora pulled out of his embrace, her scent dwindled with it. Vincent immediately felt significantly empty and woke up instantly. Like he had been free from an enchantment."Ma-master…" Isadora trembled with fear. She looked like a child who had been caught stealing.She continued backing away, just to make sure she was out of reach."I'm so sorry… I don't know how this happened, you have to believe me!" The words came out choked, as she frantically tried to explain herself."Shut up, just shut up!" Vincent growled at her, forcing her mouth shut.It's hard to think with the noise.He sat up on the bed and attempted to run his hands over his face but the mask stopped him.It took a few seconds for Vincent to sober up completely.Instinctively, Vincent surveyed the room and paused at the window.'It's daybreak? How…?' He thought.His eyes traveled from the other bed, to the main bed and slowly up a feminine figure… then their gazes locked.He eyed the bed, and back at Isadora, ove