Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
"Who was that?" asked Belle, her eyes darting from Lucas to Barron in question.
"That was Crane. He is one of the Hawverts," Lucas answered her question, "Are you sure he didn't see you?" he confirmed to have her nod.
"I was worried that he was one of the Grims and I turned away before he could take a look at me," she said, looking down at her leg which was bandaged and covered right now. The hellhound had bit her quite hard that she could feel the pain shooting down to the tip of her toes. Hopefully, it would feel better, thought Belle to herself.
"If she's alive here then it means Crane didn't see her," reasoned Barron who was still trying to get the blood out of his hands. Realizing, washing it was not helping, he decided to sit down and soak his hands in the water.