Chapter Seven

LORI’S POV:

Before Emilia could wake me up and force me to wear one of the dresses in the wardrobe, I was up and ready. I was able to find comfortable outfits; a pait of grey joggers and a ugly yellow shirt. Yellow wasn't my favourite colour, no where near, but, it would have to do.

There was a knock on the door. “Lady Lorenza—” Emilia stopped, watching me as I checked my face in the mirror. “You’re up.”

“Yes, good morning.” I replied. I walked over to the other helper carrying a tray of snacks. “Oou, honey biscuits. Thank you.” I grabbed one and popped it into my mouth, savouring the deliciousness.

“And you’re wearing that?” Emilia asked, her eyes roaming my body.

It was nothing expensive but it was clothes that I was used to. I left Agerna in such a rush that I couldn’t even take anything. Hopefully, my stuff was still intact and I could ask the Lycan King for a favour.

I still can’t believe that Alpha Killian could banish me just like that. Scratch that, I couldn't believe he’d tried to get me executed.

“It’s comfortable,” I offered her a smile. “The Lycan King isn’t in the penthouse, right?” The maid nodded.bI took another honey biscuit and drank the tea. “Thanks.” I patted her and walked out of the room.

Emilia was hot on my tail, escorting me. “Breakfast is ready and—” she stopped when she saw me pass the hallway to the dining. “Lady Lorenza?”

I turned on the heel of my converses and beamed at her. “I’m not hungry. Not yet. I want to go outside.” I lifted my chin, hoping that it was some sort of dominance over her.

“Absolutely not. The Alpha King will murder everyone of us in this building if we let you out of our sight.” She said, marching and standing toe - to - toe with me. “Remember that so many lives hang in your well being.”

I faltered. He was ruthless but surely he wouldn't kill Emilia and the others if I snuck out. Right? Skies, he would.

“Breakfast, Lady Lorenza.” She reminded me, regaining her composure. She smoothened the skirt of her apron with her hands and exhaled quietly.

I realized that she would have been the age of my mother, or at least an older sister. I suddenly wondered what life she lived, aside from working for the Lycan King.

“Then, come with me. You can watch me, keep me in check. You can keep your eyes on me.” I offered. It was a compromise on both our sides. I just hope she’d agree.

“Lady Lorenza…” she began with a sigh.

“I’m an orphan. Both my parents are dead. I was almost executed in my homeland before the Lycan King saved me. I’ve been exiled and I have no way of going back home.” I said. I hadn't planned on dumping info on her but I needed her to stop thinking that I was a bratty and problematic child, one more trouble to handle. “Please, I just want to get to know this new place I have to call home.”

I saw the struggle in Emilia’s eyes. Maybe she wasn’t that cold hearted after all. “Fine, but only for thirty minutes and then we’ll be back. The Lycan King cannot find out about this.”

“Yes!” I cheered, “thank you. But, what about the security detail guarding the entrance? They’ll tell him we left.”

Emilia was already untying her apron. “Bri?” She called. The maid with the honey biscuits came and took the apron from her. Emilia pulled her hair into an even tighter bun. “Follow me.”

She walked past me and I didn’t hesitate. We walked past the exit, entering another room. Emilia unlocked the door with a key, a password and a fingerprint scan.

Damn, I wouldn't be able to use the door on my own.

She stuck her head out and pulled me out of the room. She held my arm, pulling me along. I tried to look back but she yanked on my arm, painfully.

“Don’t look back, just keep walking. They’ll think you’re one of the servants.” She assured me.

“And you were judging my choice of clothings.” I said smugly as we turned a corner.

Emilia visibly relaxed. “I am still judging it but it works.” She said. There was an elevator up ahead so we got in.

“Thank you again.” I said. “I still have to ask, why did you agree?”

“The Lycan King has ruined many lives. He has the habit of ripping the ground off of someone and planting them somewhere new. He expects them to magically adapt.” Emily replied as the elevator descended.

“Was that what happened to you?” I asked, softly.

She pulled her lips into a straight line so I had to assume that I was correct. But before we could keep talking, the elevator door opened and someone walked in.

A human.

I shut my mouth. The Lycan King said the stories weren’t all true but, I’ll be stupid to test out that theory. They burned witches, I didn’t want to find out what they’d to a werewolf like me.

Well, a wolfless werewolf like me.

We stayed quiet until the elevator dinged open. The human left first and then Emilia. I scrambled after her. “Where are we going?” I asked, unable to hold back my curiousity.

“Nowhere.” A voice replied behind us, causing the both of us to freeze.

No, no, no.