6. Its too early.

Kiera came back in seconds and calmly went to stand behind Azrael's couch , seeing that he was the oldest of them all.

Her gaze naturally drifted from staring at nothing to the head of fluff below her. Azrael's hair was silverly locks. He cut them to neck length, Probably to fit his charismatic visage. Kiera mused.

What a cutie he was. Her hand twitched , itching to touch the fluffy head. ' I wonder if he mutated to wolf when he became an Undead. 'She wondered as his hair was called her name.

Especially the curve of his neck as his posture was slightly hunched nontheless refined. His neck was pale white and Kiera could count the sparse pores on it. Such a pale neck that she could see the black and blue veins underneath.

She ran her tongue over her slowly growing fangs.

Azrael was clueless to the danger lurking behind him as he was completely focused on the food that seemed to contain Undead blood.

'Sigh, it's too early to be touchy feely with them. Especially when they are so suspicious of me. ' Kiera sighed again before she sensed a glare boring into her distracting her from her dangerous thoughts.

Azrael's neck : Phew ! That was a close call ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Yaranyl had her eyes glued to Kiera - suspicious and squinted. This maid was sighing too much. She wondered what was on her mind.

Oh right! She wanted to talk to her alone. This was the perfect opportunity because her group was still eating and she was done. A bit embarrassing but the food was too good.

Yaranyl stood up elegantly after dabbing the napkin on her lucious lips. " A moment, Kiera." She worded as she walked towards her room , upstairs too. After all, where was a more private place to discuss something other than her room?

The rest of the guys sent worried looks as they stopped indulging in the heavenliness in concern for their sister. She nodded to them in assurance.

Kiera followed behind Yaranyl, suppressing the smile that wanted to emerge on her face. She was quite amused by what Yaranyl was so curious about-that she asked for her privately so soon.

Click-Clack Click-Clack.

The sound of Yaranyl's heels clacked on the limestone floor as Kiera once again found herself walking the same path a from few hours ago.

In a jiffy, they reached a grandiose black and white mahogany door. On top was a golden metal plate written in italics symbols.

'𝘠𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘭 𝘖𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰'

Yaranyl opened the heavy double doors as if they were a bag of chips before waking in, leaving Kiera behind.

Kiera's lip twitched. What was with them and leaving her to close doors.

But still Yaranyl was acting was too comfortable with her when a while ago they were yammering on how suspicious she was.

' What a cutie. ' Kiera's classic thought popped up again.

Still, she closed the door and turned around ready to face her miss' questions.

Slam!

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It truly was not Kiera's first time being kabedoned but damn, she couldn't help herself.

Yaranyl had both her arms propped beside the maid's head. The door shook slightly from the impact. She wanted to intimidate Kiera but ...

A frown crept it's way on her face as Yaranyl realized something...

She was shorter that this seemingly tall maid!

She wasn't much shorter but reaching this maid's chin only was short for her.

H-How!?

Kiera's eyes never moved from Yaranyl's face as Yaranyl stared up at her.

A gulp.

Another gulp.

411: (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠).

[Such little self control and you say it's too early to be touchy-feely. Are you so ready to reveal yourself so early on too? Should have expected this.]

( Shut up.)

" One, What did you do to Damien to make him have such a reaction?! Two, What did you put in my food? Why did it have death energy!? Answer now! " Yaranyl broke the tense atmosphere with her sharp questions.

Then as if she realized their ambigious positions, she removed her hands from the door and turned around to sit on the sofa at the corner of the huge room. She was here to have a civil conversation with the maid, such actions were not necessa-

"Where do you think your going Nyl?" A voice laced with a dark undertone was followed by a strong hand gripping her ash hair tightly with the other arm coming around her waist pulling her flush against the perprator's body.

Yaranyl's eyes widened. Did the maid just call her Nyl? She was sure that for as long as she could remember, the only person who used to call her Nyl was ...

"Distracted? Thats bad. Very, very bad. And you, especially ,know what I do to bad girls." A familiar voice whispered in her sensitive ear.

Yaranyl was about to speak up but words were clogged up her throat . A familiar shiver raced through her body as she opened her mouth, about to say something but what came out instead was...

"A... h.."

('System?)

[Yes, host?]

(Fuck being revealed.)

...(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)...

Clang!

The dishes clattered on the marble table as the rest put down their plates.

"Burp! Ugh ,I haven't eaten that much in ages. " Adrean, who was all about keeping his shape perfect, muttered as he poked his protuding stomach.

" Neither have we." The rest said in unison ,except for Azrael-ever stoic.

" What could have they possibly gone to discuss, especially in Yaranyl's room?" Adrean wondered out loud.

" We're not going to check because of your overthinking Adrean, just like with Damien. Remember? Yaranyl can handle herself." Achlys chimed in with a deadpan expression on her small face.

Damien's mouth twitched on hearing that Yaranyl was alone in a room with that seductress. She had made him suffer for a few hours and he had to bring down a comrade with him. In any case, Yaranyl was a stone cold woman. She definitely could handle Kiera, right?

So Damien shut up and took his phone out, keeping his comments and previous experience to himself.

Azrael had a contemplating look on his face. He wondered what Yaranyl had observed from the maid to demand a private talk , so soon .

The maid had just been there for a bit over twelve hours doing miscallenous chores before cooking. His furrowed brows deepened even more.

Anyways, the only person who could affect Yaranyl was long gone so he stopped worrying and picked up the documents he was reading before, deciding to concentrate on that .