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âMaybe if you werenât such a lazy pain in the ass, and⌠you know⌠actually contributed to things like a regular hunt, you wouldnât have to resort to stealing in order to impress mother.â Her words had started out as teasing, but they soon descended into her usual tone of subtle accusatory sarcasm.Â
Cassandra had never truly been a fan of Belaâs antics, especially when it came to her wrongfully claiming kills. But, the middle child could only do so much, as she was well aware how much her mother favored her sisters. Bela was the perfect one, destined for greatness, and Daniela was the baby who could never be blamed for anything, no matter how crazy she made things. That simply left Cassandra as the quiet workhorse that would occasionally lash out in order to garner some sort of attention.
She frowned upon seeing the flies cleaning their little faces and limbs. âWow. Really? I guess thatâs the last tie I ever show you affection. Tell me, do you do that when anyone else kisses you, or just me?â Would Bela give any indication she has a secret sweetheart or had a one-night stand in the castle? There was a bit of doubt in Cassandraâs mind. After all, what sane person would be foolish enough to give out that sort of information freely?
âIâm well aware of how bad things can get if mother joined in all of the time. Hence why itâs only every so often that sheâs involved. As for the furniture breaking? That was completely on you and Daniela. I know how to maneuver around the castle. You two clearly donât.â
Cassandra caught the scent of blood almost as soon as Bela did, her eyes going wide as her sister turned on her. âOne of mine? Why couldnât it be one of yours, Danielaâs or even motherâs? Why must it always be me thatâs to blame?â she sneered. âOh, or maybe? Maaaaybe, itâs one of the villagers come to seek revenge for something or attempting to free a maid?â She offered a shrug with that guess. âIâm not always to blame, okay?â
â Shhhhhhhhhhhh!â Waving a hand in her sisters face, Bela hopes to stop whatever tirade or rant she was about to go off on. She didnât mean to immediately assume it was one of Cassandraâs but it was also hard not to considering it was part of her speciality that even Bela loathed to be involved with from time to time when sheâd rather keep her hands clean for other neater tasks.
This time however, the blood smelled differently from all the little sweet things running along the halls just waiting for their day to hang over a barrel and be drained for the bottle their Mother prided over.
â Fine you arenât always to blame okay? Youâre usually the one handling bodies and prisoners so can you blame me? This time is different though, I canât recognize this scent belonging to anyone weâve had in the castle recently.â
That could mean one of two things. Someone broke into the castle for either revenge or to break one of the maids out, or a lycan had gone wild and broke in somewhere.
Bela didnât like the idea of it being a lycan considering how a normal one would stay well clear of any of the Lordâs territories for their power and prestige over the village alone. To possibly have one on the loose and harming the staff was both a startling yet invigorating thought. A lycan would certainly prove a worthier prey than some foolish man-thing.
Turning away from Cassandra, Bela was already dissolving into enough flies to hover herself over to the next floor where the scent led to. Half formed as she was she could not help but pose a challenge down to the middle child.
â Dinner can wait, maybe this is just what we need to settle a score or two.â