Maggie quietly glared at Grace, wanting her to stop but the girl didn’t bother to take up the warning.
“What cat got your tongue?”
The people in the room looked curious about what Grace was indicating to right now. She smiled at Maggie wickedly which was when Penny noticed how the girl’s fangs were missing. It seemed like even after the fangs were pulled out the girl still continued to be spiteful about things around her.
“Sister Maggie has been working outside, haven’t you?” Grace asked her without bothering to pause, “She has been sneaking out but along with there’s another story.”
“Is that true Maggie?” her father asked her with a hard voice.
If Maggie could, she would have buried Grace twelve feet under the ground so that her half-sister would never be able to rise up with her spiteful remarks and mind. She felt her heart sink as she moved her eyes to look at her father. If there was something that she had been asked to abide, it was to not work. A Quinn’s daughter was not to work for anyone and not bow her head. It was the life of a princess where one could only watch while not touching or doing anything else.
Maggie licked her lips after pressing them together as they had dried instantly, “It is true father,” she had done the deed and there was no point to lie right now. Especially with what else her younger sister was going to spill. She had thought she had been careful but she didn’t know that her sister was idle enough to tail on her matters on what she did.
Her father gave out a disappointed look which made it even worse as he didn’t go to scold her. Instead, he said, “You will not be stepping out of the mansion from now. If you are, it will be with your mother Fleurance.”
“Gerald,” Lady Fleurance looked at her husband, “If you want the members of this family to follow rules then do it without any impartiality. We need to have the bloodline strong and not mix up some human or any other creature. There is a proposal for Damien, she is a pureblooded vampire. She also works in the council.”
Why did it feel that Penny knew whom Lady Fleurance was talking about?
“Her name is Evelyn,” of course, who else could it be, thought Penny to herself.
“Damien has bonded with the girl. There’s no going back to it. Unless you have forgotten how bonds work when it comes to pureblooded vampires,” Senior Mr. Quinn reminded his wife who now had her lips set firmly not wanting to deviate from what she stood.
“No one is telling him to break the bond. We have seen it before and we can see it again,” Lady Fleurance continued to speak, “He can keep this one as his mistress while taking the pureblooded vampiress as his wife,” Penny blinked at the woman. Was she serious?
“It is not I who is marrying but Damien. You should perhaps put forth your views to him,” Senior Mr. Quinn didn’t complete his meal and he was about to drop the napkin he had picked when Grace let him know more by saying,
“Sister Maggie has also been going out with someone. Someone low who is not a pureblooded vampire but then I don’t think it should matter. After all, if Damien is marrying a former slave it breaks all the records,” Grace smiled looking at Maggie.
“That’s not what’s going on, father-” Senior Mr. Quinn, dropped the napkin and got up from his seat before leaving the dining room without another word.
Maggie glared at her sister, “Are you happy now?”
“More than that. I cannot wait to feel the despair I felt all these days. Why should I always be the one to suffer?”
Maggie clutched her hands together in anger for the trouble Grace had caused her, “What are you crying about? That you didn’t get the food on time or the clothes not designed as you requested?”
Damien had only entered the room to see his step-mother get up and follow her husband, he said, “All of you started without me. What is Grace up to again?” He turned to his younger sister.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself,” Maggie was the next one to leave the dining room not able to stand the younger vampiress who she considered to be her sister. Penny had thought that Grace had changed after Damien defanged her but instead of things to turn better she had turned worse while tattling about Maggie. It seemed that some people had a hard time changing who they were.
Seeing Maggie leave the room, Penny turned to look at Grace who was still seated. Her hand twirling the spoon in her teacup that had turned cold minutes ago.
“Just Maggie working outside which our family doesn’t approve of,” Grace answered even though no one asked her.
Damien only stared at Grace before taking a deep breath. Not reacting to his half-sister, he took his seat next to Penny where Maggie was seated previously, “God I am famished. What is with the cold food,” he looked up at the non-existent butler who like a tortoise had moved to the corner of the room to camouflage himself.
The butler jumped forward, “Let me go get the fresh batch that is hot,” Durik ready to leave, turned around when Grace said,
“I need you to run the hot water in my bath.”
“Of course, milady. Let me have someone-”
“I said you,” Grace had her mouth twisted with the word ‘you’ as she looked at the butler if he had his brain missing in his head.
Damien chuckled, “Please attend to Grace’s request. I don’t think I can bear to sit across her the way she smells right now. Disgusting,” he scrunched his face.
Grace didn’t give a second and the next minute the teacup was flung from one her end to the other side of the table but Damien had anticipated her move. He picked up one of the empty plates next to him to have the teacup collide and splash on the table, “Childish and immature. Grow up, Grace,” he ended the conversation.
