CHAPTER 24 : BACK TO THE ROOM
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**NATASHA'S POV**
I returned to Lord Alexander's room after collecting the wine that Cynthia had ordered. I had been tempted to run back to Lord Alexander's house, but then I realized that I would run into his mother and Cynthia's parents, who didn't seem pleased with my presence. So, it was either braving the storm from Queen Saraphina or braving the storm from Cynthia. Whichever choice I made, it was still uncomfortable for me. Cynthia seemed like the lesser of the two evils, but I had been wrong.
I was about to open the door to Lord Alexander's room when I noticed Desmond walking in my direction. When he saw me, he smiled at first, but when he saw the chilled bottle of red wine in my hand with a glass cup, his smile quickly faded. He scowled at the glass and then looked at me.
"There is some wine in Lord Alexander's room. You should have just taken one of those bottles from the big fridge."
"I know, but it's actually not for me. It's Cynthia's. She sent me to go and get her a bottle of foreign wine."
His frown grew deeper. "What do you mean by Cynthia sent you? You are not part of the slaves, neither are you the maid or servant, so why would she send you?"
I shrugged. I didn't know why she would send me to get wine for her. Maybe she thought I was a servant or a low-ranked vampire, or maybe both. Low-ranked vampires were meant to do grunt work within the kingdom. It was why I felt sorry for Zoe. She wasn't just a servant; she was a slave to these people, and she deserved so much better than that. She deserved respect and honor.
Desmond opened the door for me and followed behind me, closing the door quietly as we entered. Cynthia was by Lord Alexander's bedside, her hands intertwined with his. Her thumb was rubbing soothing circles on his skin while she scrolled through her phone. My eyes zeroed in on her hand, as if I wanted to bite it off.
When she heard the door open, she lifted her head and scowled at me. "Did you go to the Atlantic Ocean to get the bottle of wine, or did you trek from Australia to Africa to get it? Even if you did, that wouldn't have taken you so long, so what the hell took you so long, b***h?"
I snapped my eyes back to hers and made sure to keep my facial expressions as neutral as possible. Although I had every right to retaliate, I held myself back. I could feel my wolf getting angry, and it was as if I was about to lose control, but I held my wolf. I really didn't need to act foolishly. I had my plans, and talking back to her would ruin it. I just had to focus on my plans.
"I'm sorry, Cynthia."
"Huh?" She stood up as if she wanted to engage in a fight with me.
"What the f**k did you just call me? Did you just call me by my name? Don't your parents teach you how to address royalty? How dare you?" She raised her hands to slap me, but Desmond held her hands and pushed them back forcefully.
"Cynthia," Desmond reprimanded, "that is no way to speak to someone, and you don't have any right to slap her in my presence."
"She is nothing but a low-ranked vampire. In fact, I'll call her a f*****g slave. Why would she call me by my name? Why did it take her so long to get me the wine I asked for?"
Yep, my wolf was right. This woman is a big-time witch. First, I am not a vampire, and secondly, I am not low-ranked in both my pack and the vampire kingdom. But if I actually was low-ranked, is this how she would treat people below her? She is truly a witch.
"I don't care, Cynthia. As you can see, Lord Alexander is still not completely fine, and his vampire powers were weakened within the fight with the wolves. He needs enough sleep to come back strong. Lord Alexander is in the other world, and right now, he needs to activate his vampire power before finally returning to this world, so your noise won't do him any good. If you love him so much, then you should let him rest."
She rolled her eyes. "If you don't put this good-for-nothing slave in her place, they will never learn. I asked for a bottle of wine, and it took her billions of years to get back to me."
Desmond looked between the two of us. "Oh, you think she's a slave? I think there has been some kind of mix-up."
"What the f**k do you mean, Desmond?"
"No, Desmond, don't tell her about me," I wanted to scream those words out loud, but I remained silent.
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