152 Broken vase- Part 3

"Mr. Lawson must be having a death wish." Turning around, she saw it was none other than the butler. She only smiled at his words, hopefully Nicholas could let him off the hook this one time. Finally with all the guests who had arrived at the mansion left, Nicholas walked up the stairs to where Heidi was waiting for him. Kissing the side of her temple, they walked back inside the hallways. The same night, Heidi laid in Nicholas' arms in bed. Heidi laid flat on her front, facing Nicholas as he traced his finger across her bare back languidly. Her back arched at the ticklish feeling his finger created.

She stared at him, seeing the tranquil expression that was etched over his face, "Nick?"

"Hmm," he hummed, his gaze meeting hers.

"Did all the black witches die in Mythweald?"

"Not all but most of them, enough to know we don't have to worry them attacking any town or village in the empires. Why do you ask?" he asked back to see her shrug her shoulders..