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Fred was sitting at the table as the waitress served him his evening meal. He had been checking on the girl , as Casper had gone back to the infirmary to bring some medicine for her. The last time Fred checked on her, she was completely knocked out. The only thing that differentiated her from a corpse was that she breathed sometimes.

"Here is your meal, Sire," said the waitress, who seemed to have been smitten by Fred's looks. He too was well aware of the fact that his deadly looks could make anyone fall for him, but he acted like he didn't notice her and stayed calm.

"Thank you," he said and looked around to see if Casper had returned. He lazily brushed his gaze across the door of the room where Arcane was sleeping.

"So, are you staying here?" The waitress dragged a tray across the wooden table and seductively moved around as if trying to catch his attention. Fred lifted his eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah!"