Chapter Two-Hundred-And-Twenty-Eight
**3rd Person POV**
It was then Reginald noticed the sadness that clouded her eyes. They were under the light of the moon and yet Reginald could see it all too clearly. He knew there was a story to that sadness and he wanted to know what it was so he could be part of her story for a happy ending.
“Sour? What do you mean? It is rather peaceful,” returned Reginald. He was hoping that she would take that as a cue to lay her burdens on him. Even if he could not be with her physically, he could at least try and comfort her emotionally.
“This very minute, my husband's hands are causing my best friend to moan on our bed. Tell me, how do I return to such a bed?” Reginald tried not to blink furiously. When married women told him about their cheating spouses it was because they wanted him to bed them. Honestly, he would not mind but this was Lady Lowell and he believed that was not her intention.
“Lady Francesca?” he quipped. He bit himself for sounding stupid.
“It is a known secret,” Lady Lowell's voice was sad.
“Why do you do nothing about it?” Reginald wanted to know why she allowed it to happen without doing anything. For instance, Lady Francesca was only here because she was Lady Lowell’s best friend. If it were not for that relationship, she would not be here.
“My hands are tied,” Reginald did not know the whole story but he could see in Lady Lowell a burning desire for freedom and yet she was caged. He was filled with deep pity for her and he wanted more than anything to be the one to set her free.
“Then you cut the rope loose,” returned Reginald. She only smiled at his words and went back to staring at the moon.
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Major Drieden stood in front of his vast mirror admiring himself. He liked to think of himself as a unique being, _one of a kind_ is how he liked to describe himself. He was a very tall man, he was yet to see someone who beat his height. His physique was thick although he was in good shape. Then there was the matter of his face that had suffered several injuries all of which he attributed to his bravery in war. He looked at Nydia who was sprawled on his bed, naked.
“What do you think of this?”
“I like it, it brings out the red in your eyes,” she replied with a smile.
Nydia was in captivity with no shackles. In a way, she owed her life to Drieden but sometimes, she wished he had killed her. He had found her in the cave where she had been hiding from the werewolves who would kill her if they saw her and from the vampires who would also kill her. It had been a rough time for her because even though she'd been exiled, certain enthusiastic werewolves had made it their mission to hunt her down and kill her. This has made it impossible for her to continue her journey.
She had fallen asleep in the cave when Drieden had come inside the cave. When she had woken up from her slumber she was confronted with deep red eyes staring down at her as though she were food. She stood up alarmed and reached for a smooth stone with a sharp edge. She had known from his fangs which he had out that he was a vampire.
“Don't worry dear, if I wanted to eat you I would not have waited for you to wake up,” he cocked his head to his side and then said, “Actually, I think I might have waited. It'll be more fun that way.”
“What the fuck do you want?” she demanded, preparing herself to change into her wolf if need be to protect herself.
“Fiesty. I hate fiesty,” he said, looking at her with distaste, the frown on her face only deepened.
“And I hate fuckers like you. Get lost!” she shouted, trying to infuse as much power into her voice as she could.
“Do you think this place is safe for you?” he asked, looking around the shallow cave she was holed up in.
“It will be safer without you in it,” she said.
“The both of us have no business to discuss,” said Nydia. She spat in the vampire's face. She would rather end her life than do any business with him. She had heard stories of the vast labs in vampire kingdoms where werewolves were held against their will to be experimented upon. She was not going to subject herself to such a degrading status.
“I am not interested,” was her response.
“You will be when I am done,” returned the vampire.
“I will not be,” replied Nydia, still holding onto the stone tightly.
“It involves your enemies; those that limited your world to this cave,” said the vampire. She was interested in what he had to say now but she was not too excited either. She had been enticed once by George for words along those same lines and she was not ready to be a victim twice.
“What do you want?” she asked the vampire. She did not think that the vampire was in any way. If the vampire was planning to annhilate the werewolf clan then she was not going to be a part of it. One failed attempt was enough and even then she had not thought that George wanted to do so.
“It depends on how deep your grudge is? How bad do you want to get back at those who hurt you?” asked the vampire.
She was tired. That was the truth; she wanted to reach a human habitation and live the rest of her days quietly. Besides, she did not believe the vampire at all. She could not afford to trust a vampire.
So she had done the only reasonable thing she at that moment.
She used the smooth edge of the stone to slit her wrist.
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