Claymore Mansion

No one can hate you

more than someone

who used to love you.

***

"This is very important Ace." Lucas Nicholas said. His face was unusually serious as he opened the Rolls Royce then climbed inside. Left without any option but to follow, I opened the other door and climbed on the backseat beside him.

"I don't like this Lucas." I snapped, closing the door with more force than required. Irritated to be dragged outside instead of coming straight into the nursery room to meet Faith Vienne, I shot the culprit who forced me to come with him with a murderous glare to show my unwillingness.

"So do I." He replied. His eyes closed while leaning on the cushioned seat. His tone sounded resigned and defeated as if he was forced to do this against his will.

The engine roared to life before it moved forward. For the first time I realize we are not alone. A man in his early forties, wearing a perfectly ironed uniform, sat in the driver's seat.