Damian “To what do I owe this visit from the dead, Damian Reynolds..” servants poured some wine into the cup in front of me while others filed in with trays of meals I hadn’t seen or even tasted in years. “Isn’t this too much for one person?” I muttered, throwing in a handful of cherries into my mouth. Xavier stared at me blankly, his eyes sizing me up and down with questions written all over his face. I didn’t tell him about my disappearance and I’m certain he still has no idea about Rostella’s betrayal or the fact that she’s getting married to Preston. “Let’s take a walk.. the food was just a means of showing you that you’re welcome here anytime.” Xavier explained. “But we need to talk and this setting isn’t conducive enough.” I followed him towards the east wing and he led the way into a large room. The doors stood tall, like a nephilim lived here. Shelves clung to the walls, each compartment touching the roof. Books hung on every part of it and the room smelled of old pages

DamianThe sun retired, scattering crimson shades all over the sky. Cold air brushed against my skin as I stood in my driveway, watching Xavier leave in one of my cars. WAR GOD was boldly imprinted on the car plate, its aura seething through every part of the car. “Sire, your car is ready.” My driver announced. “Get some rest.” I ordered. “I’ll drive” I walked over to my car and got in. The engine revved and I drove off, almost exceeding the speed limit. On my way, I stopped by a jewelry store to pick something up. The jeweler looked up at me when I walked in, her eyes glimmering and reflecting the crystals displayed on her counter. “Good evening Mr. Reynolds..” she greeted shyly, her fingers tangling with her hair. “Your order is ready” I nodded and handed her my card. “Add a hundred percent tip to the bill.” I ordered. Her face flushed with excitement as she pressed the buttons and scanned my card. I watched her pack the order and handed it over to me like it was an egg. “T

Rostella. I woke up to a throbbing head, sore eyes and heavy legs. As I tried to sit up on my bed, my head throbbed even more. I rubbed my eyes and tapped around my bed in search of my phone. Just then, the door creaked open and Preston walked in with one of the maids. “You’re finally awake…” he muttered and I lifted my brows. “I was just about calling the doctor.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I snorted, holding my head for support because it felt like it wanted to fall off. “Honey you returned from wherever it was you went to, walked right past everyone in the living room and came up here to sleep..” he explained. I looked down at my clothes, they didn’t look like that of someone who just returned from a supposed outing and just dropped into her bed. “Preston I’m not sure I’ve left the house today, what are you saying? It’s still morning. Where could I have gone in the night?”Preston exchanged glances with the maid and then slowly walked over to my side, placing his

Damian“I’ll pick you up in three hours, if that’s okay with you..” I muttered as I held the door to leave. Mila nodded, a soft smile plastered on her face. “I’ll be ready in four. You’ll have to wait..” she responded softly. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I knew it was from Serena because of the distinct tone I set out for her. “That won’t be a problem. My regards to your father, I’ll stop by some other time just to see him..” I said and left immediately. As I walked to my car, I took out my phone and dialed the number again. “Sire..” Serena’s voice rang through the other end of the line like there was an emergency. “I told you these people were on to me!” I took a deep breath, pinching the space between my brows as I sank into the driver’s seat. “Serena what has happened now?” “I’m just coming out of Rostella’s room and you won’t believe why she summoned me. She called me to tell me that she wanted to increase my pay and give me a promotion. At first I was surprised because

Damian As the weather cleared up and I packed up the puzzle pieces we failed to fix, Mila on the other hand lay on the bench, fast asleep. I finished packing up and shoved the box under the table before going over to where Mila lay. The sunroom was freezing at this point and the way she curled up like a shrimp, I could tell she was shivering in her dreams. “Mila..” I called out softly, tapping her shoulder gently but she wouldn’t budge. She just turned around, shoving her hair in my face. “Rude..” I grunted as I lifted her off the bench and carried her inside. Her arms wrapped around my neck for balance while she buried her face in my chest. Everyone had gone to bed already when I walked into the main house so instead of going into the guest room, I headed upstairs. “Damian..” she muttered, eyes still closed. “I’m starving..” “No you’re not honey, you’re drunk.” I cut in. I walked down the east wing and stopped in front of the room right beside mine. Nobody has ever been