Vivanna.Isaak’s kisses were hard, earth melting… but tender. They were too tender, too coercive.. and they made me forget too much. We needed to call this what it was…no kind gestures to hide behind just-Anger flashed in Isaak’s face, and I bit my bottom lip.

One Hour Later.“Are you mad, woman?” Were the first words out of Bea's mouth when I met her in the parlour. She had dusty boots on and had sprawled her legs on the white ottoman before her.“You make me wait for an hour for you and don’t even offer Vodka for my neglected heart.” “First of all,” I stilled her. “You never sent word that you were to arrive at my estate today, you are lucky that all you had to wait was an hour.” I clarified, and she

Readers Discretion Is Advised: This Chapter Contains Some Mature Themes.Envia Countryside Four Years Ago.‘Missing: Lady Magdalene Debournetta of The Debournetta Household, Age: sixteen. Reward money for any information  will depend on the provability of the statements provided.’ Was what the newspaper Daisy gripped in her hand read. It was terrible that more and more children were going missing. More so, girls. It was odd because most of them seemed to be of marriageable age; it was almost as though they were running away because they did not wish to marry their appointed suitor. Or perhaps she had just been projecting her problems on them, in any case, Dais

“Wait, why are you shocked?” Bea turned to me.“Oh, perhaps the lady did not know this then,” Magdalene excused my reaction, then continued. “But you did save my life, or rather gave me a chance.”“Saved your life?” I frowned. “Wait, sit down, you are not making any sense?” I said then offered her my seat, but she shook her head instead of sitting in the designated chair.“My lady, first, we should change your garments.” She said, stepping aside from the door, then curtsied. As though to gesture that I should enter the room.Magdalene had a certain grace that I hadn’t spotted before. She was not as clumsy and eager as Mary was. It was more that she was certain of her position in my life, she did not possess the fear that most of my staff had, rather, she looked completely at ease, ‘suggesting’ that I do things. It made me feel sort of like, what I imagined a we

“That, Vivanna.” Bea pointed at Magdalene. “That is how you throw a mana-filled attack.” The tensions in the room subsided after Bea brushed the slap off. It was as though she did not take anything personally, a quality that I now admired, but I found myself too drained to proceed with the conversation.I turned to Magdalene, and a tinge of guilt filled my gut. I didn’t want to use such a naïve person, especially in a deal that pertained to a person that hated me, and whose actions could not be predicted.“Magdalene,” I said quietly. “Are you truly okay with this? Are you truly okay with endangering yourself becau