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"Just my luck"
As they drew closer to the drive, Cyn saw the saainst the car and looking bored He straightened when they appeared, glaring at theh it was their fault he’d had to spend his night lurking about the driveway
"Okay, Mirabelle," Cyn said for his benefit "Thanks for your help I’ll get back to Jabril as soon as I know so"
"My rowled "You will refer to hilanced at hi the car door "See you later, Mirabelle Take care"
The driver stood outside long enough that Cyn began to conte a cab, but eventually he slid into the driver’s seat, favoring her with a forbidding glare before turning around and starting the car
Cyn stared out theas they glided down the long drive Endless manicured lawns stretched out to either side, dotted with artfully placed clusters of trees and flowers Looking back, she could see the house itself, bathed in the glohat hts Mirabelle stood on the porch, looking s white house Cyn turned around as they passed through the artificially rustic gate, thinking Liz wasn’t the only Hawthorn daughter who needed rescuing
Chapter Six
Mirabelle watched the liant line through the ht she saw Cynthia Leighton turn at the last ination, or wishful thinking Wishing she was the one in that lianywhere Anywhere but here
She sighed, touching her scarf, tugging her clothes back into place before opening the door and slipping into the house She paused just inside, listening, but there was no one around They were all in the throne rooone downstairs to his personal hare’s repast
She hurried toward the stairs as quickly as she could, careful to maintain the proper decorum just in case Her steps were smooth and measured, her hands at her sides, and her eyes on her own feet, on the stairs and then the carpeted floor in front of them Her roo her door behind her, she went directly to the closet, shutting that door as well and clicking the fliht overhead and yanked off the dowdy scarf, sighing in relief as she ran the fingers of both hands through her waves of blond hair Next to go were the hated clothes, though she hung theer, ready to be worn She’dthe repulsive things to the floor Jabril had been very unhappy at her disheveled appearance the next night and had ain There had been no bruises afterward, no visible signs of his displeasure He hadn’t needed to resort to anything as crude as that He was a vaed to him, body and soul The tiniest exertion of his will could cause her unspeakable pain, pain that left her writhing on the floor, begging for mercy while he looked on with cold dispassion
She shivered at the memory and donned a pair of old, co her feet with their sinfully polished toenails bare, she sat cross-legged on the closet floor and closed her eyes, listening A vampire’s senses were much finer than those of a human Mirabelle could see in virtual darkness with ease, could hear a servant’s heartbeat down the hall in the quiet house, and while the scent of blood was intoxicatingly strong, her entire sense of sreatly enhanced She always knehen the huht food over fro the day She knehen the garbage had been left sitting too long and when the fruit on the counter was growing soft