Young Master Damien's Pet

On the other side of the mansion, Grace who had returned back with her parents in the carriage couldn't stop looking irritated but she tried to keep it under wraps when her mother asked why she was behaving like a spoiled child. It wasn't like Grace disliked soirees. The young vampires enjoyed it to the fullest but today was not the day she had planned for it.

She had given the word yet she couldn't fulfill it and it wasn't the first time.

Gritting her she now paced back and forth in her room on what to do. The time had been morning and now it was going to reach the time of the evening. Grace didn't know how Robarte would react to this little missed date along with the timings.

"Where are you going?" Lady Maggie, her older sister was the one to ask her who was pa.s.sing by the corridor seeing her all dressed.

"None of your concern," Grace rolled her eyes that had Maggie frown as she turned around to look at her half-sister step out of the house and get into the carriage. Lately, her sister had been leaving him at the time of evening or noon to come back around the time of night just before dinner.

Her younger sister had always been like this though. Not listening to anyone and doing what she pleased.

Grace got into the carriage and then asked the coachman to take her to the Isle Valley. When she reached there after a few minutes. Stepping out, she quickly walked around the streets, searching for the man to see if he was still here. Seeing no trace of him, she a.s.sumed him to be gone when she heard his voice from behind.

"Aren't you a little early, Lady Grace," came the comment that had her heart stutter in her chest. His voice was calm but she could feel that the vampire was angry with her. The vampiress turned around. Her skirt created an umbrelllike motion and she stood still when her eyes met his red eyes.

"Robarte, I apologize for-" her words were cut down immediately by him.

"I think it is enough I have had with you. Once is a mistake, twice is foolishness to believe when you can't keep a simple deal. Do you know for how long I have been waiting here?" he questioned her. The man was a simple vampire unlike her pureblooded self yet she didn't understand how he had such power over his words when he spoke right now.

Grace knew this was going to happen. Though she hadn't meant it to happen, it now appeared that she was only stringing him with no actual efforts put by her side.

She bowed her head, but not enough like one would, after all, the girl was a vampiress who came from a well-known family that didn't let her bow her head too much, "I apologize that I wasn't able to keep my end of the deal."

The man didn't speak for a few seconds that made Grace question if he had heard her. Even though it was the time of evening and there were people who were still walking on the streets of the Isle Valley, Grace could feel the dull humiliation when he asked her,

"What did I just question you, milady?"

Grace raised her head to look up at the man, "I didn't mean to-"

"I have been standing here since the time of the morning and you have the audacity to show up now after the hour of the evening has pa.s.sed? How hard is it for you to send a letter?" asked Robarte. She knew she had made the mistake but she didn't understand why he was holding it out on her when she had no control over what happened today.

Her patience getting lost, she snapped, "Do you think I purposely decided not to come here? My family decided to go out for a soiree which wasn't in my hands to refuse," she quietly glared at the man who had tried to humiliate her in front of people where she knew some of them.

"What a prideful girl to be part of the family and pureblooded line. What will you do when there's nothing to back you up? People cleaning up for you-" Robarte taunted her, seeing how the little girl couldn't contain her temper.

SLAP!

Grace glared at the man, "I told you it wasn't my fault yet you try to belittle and embarra.s.s me in front of everyone here. So what if I am a pureblooded vampire? Are you jealous that you weren't born in a high society family like mine?" she huffed the air out of her mouth and pa.s.sed an unbelievable look at him, "It is a problem with most of the low-level vampires who think they are better than us and believe that they deserve a life like ours," Robarte rubbed his hand across his cheek.

A pureblooded vampire was always stronger than an average vampire and the gender never mattered when it came to such vast differences, a slap would hurt.

"I am sure your family would like to know what you are scheming," Robarte gave her a smile.

Grace returned the smile, "Don't sling mud on me when you have enough of them around you. You think I don't know what you have been doing to the slaves you have been buying? If I am not wrong you have bought nearly thirty-seven slaves this year and I wonder how many are alive," if Robarte had made a check around her, Grace had done the same before she had decided to take Robarte's help.

"Look who turned out to be smart," Robarte continued to rub his jaw before letting go of his face.

"Consider it from now on that we don't know each other," Grace was too prideful to hear him throw taunts and insults at her and she was going to listen to him. She was a young vampiress who was impulsive but this didn't deter the vampire who stood in front of her.

"Of course."