INHERITOR

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Dad."

"Andy?"

"The Master is back."

"Master?"

"The One Master."

"Him!!!"

Andrea pulled the cellphone away from her ear as she heard her father's shout. When she was about to put the cellphone back to her ear, she heard a loud clutter. It sounds like her father dropped what he was holding.

"DAD!!"

But all she heard was just the dialtone. The line disconnected.

Andrea looked at her cellphone in a daze.

Her hand trembling. She put the cellphone on the seat as she clutched her hands together to control her shaking.

Taylor and Bethany just bowed their heads. Afraid to move even an inch for fear their boss would notice their presence. If their boss would lose her composure, they might bear the brunt of her temper.

When the car came to a complete stop at The Old World Chateau, Andrea can feel her heart stop in fear. Despite the car's air conditioning, her sweat is trailing down her spine.

She hasn't met the Master.

Only their Princess and the last Inheritor did. She heard that Inheritors live as long as two to three hundred if the Inheritor forms a pact with the Master. But the Master went into slumber when she inherited the position.

She wasn't given the ceremony just yet. Maybe that's what the Master is here for?

Now she is nervous. Very nervous. Much worse than when she first visited her dentist to have her tooth extracted.

She really can't help being nervous. The Master is the most venerated person in the entire clan.

Just basing on reputation alone, the Master is as imposing as the Gods of those mythological legends. Who wouldn't be intimidated?

Andrea suddenly patted her cheeks twice.

PAT! PAT!

You have to get back your self confidence, girl! You are as ready as you can be! Andrea cheered herself.

She has been trained by this position the moment she could talk. She is positive she can carry the entire clan on her back and bring their clan to further heights!

If she is just a second rate witch, no one would dare claim the first place!

Andrea took a deep breath as she stepped out from the car.

The moment she entered the hotel, she did not even spare a single glance to her employees nor stop to greet the guests who were lounging in the living room area.

She just walked straight to the north walkway.

The moment she reached the European inspired mansion, one of the double doors immediately opened with a squeak.

Hearing the door squeak, Andrea's nerves went haywire again. She can hear the loud banging of her heart.

She clenched her hands into fists and gritted her teeth as she slowly walked towards the mansion.

She passed a curved-roof porch and entered the foyer.

Standing at the foyer, she was greeted by paneled walls with subtle brown paints and a deep cream, feather soft carpet.

There are two huge crystal chandeliers hanging on a two storey high ceiling and two stairways on either sides.

These carpeted stairways looked like two long, curved arms ready to embrace all guests.

Beyond the stairway, there is a living room with a stunning brick stone fireplace flunked by two armoires on each sides.

On both her sides there are beautiful archways with a marble four-step staircase that leads to other parts of the mansion.

Where will she go? Andrea thought.

"Go right from the foyer." A clear and powerful modulated voice whispered in her ears like a caress.

Andrea can feel the tingles in her spine.

A soft and light feeling enveloped her senses. Like she had just eaten too much dark chocolate at once.

Feeling relaxed, her fears were momentarily forgotten.

She turned to the right archway and went down the short flight of stairs.

The moment she stepped down from the last step, she stopped and stood there breathless!

She just saw the most handsome specimen of a man she has ever met! He simply blew her mind away!

He is sitting on a wing chair with a high back.

In front of him is yet another brick stone fireplace with an elegant mantel and a landscape painting hanging on top.

Everything here is the same as the foyer.

Paneled walls with subtle brown paints and a deep cream, feather soft carpet.

In addition, there is now a floor to ceiling double glass door installed on the right. Giving access to the blooming gardens outside.

Damien looked up from the chess board and glanced at the woman before him. A subtle line appeared in his brows and was gone in a blink.

Seeing the Master looking blankly at her, Andrea's face turned red with shame.

"Master."

"Sit." Damien indicated his head towards the wing chair opposite him.

She looked at the wing chair and then looked at the Master's chair. Her face turned even more red.

It's the twin of his chair. A couple chair with the same velvet upholstery design.

Between the twin chair is a round table that is two or three feet in height. And currently, his chessboard is the only thing occupying the table.

Andrea looked around as she sat down. She noticed, this room is actually meant for a public space for visitors.

She looked at the Master once more. She tried to go for a direct eye contact. But she can't.

The man before her is the most handsome and most imposing man she had ever met.

The rumors are true. He really is like the Gods. May the heavens help her. This man should be illegalized!

Master simply sat quietly on the chair. But his presence and his otherworldy beauty cannot be overlooked. Everything around him looks like his background. A backdrop that would only further enhance his beauty and majesty.

Directly on the onset, this man has ticked all her right spots dead on.

Andrea bowed her head in silence. Trying so hard to hide the instant attraction she felt.

Silence.

The silence extended for sometime that Andrea is getting uneasy. She wants to tap her fingers on the armrest of her chair.

When she was about to speak, Damien spoke.

"I need the five Gate Stones."

Andrea looked at Damien blankly.

"Gate Stones?"

"Sara did not tell you?"

Andrea blanked out. Her face paled.

"She did, Master."

"Is it ready for use?"

"Yes, Master."

"I will send someone to get it tonight."

Damien stared at Andrea.

Andrea stared back a bit before she bowed her head again.

"To whom did you speak about our meeting?'

Andrea's eyes widen in shock!

"Master.."

"Did Sara not mention my taboo?" Damien asked in soft voice laced with danger.

Andrea suddenly feels suffocated.

"I...."

"Who?"

"My father." Andrea answered with a croak as if she is about to cry.

"How many years since Sara died?"

"The last Inheritor died two years ago."

"Did she tell you anything?"

"Yes, Master. She thanked you for she lived a long, happy life up until the end. She asked you to continue to protect our clan."

"Thank you." Damien whispered.

Damien stood up to leave.

When Andrea looked up, Damien was already gone.

With a blank look, Andrea went out of the mansion with a pale face. She jumped with fright when she heard the front door close by itself with a snap of finality.

Andrea stared at the front door with red eyes. She did not understand what took place inside.

The sudden jump of topics, the Master's dead, apathetic voice.

It seems like she did something wrong. Something she did not understand.

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Misty Keep

Scotland

When Damien teleported back to the Keep, all his brothers were already waiting for him in the solar. They are already drinking whisky.

Damien raised his brow and languidly walked towards the table. He poured himself a glass of whisky.

He walked towards the window.

"Luca, that Andrea is not the Inheritor. Someone else is."

"I will check on it, Milord."

"Check on Andrea's entire family too. Marius, go to Virginia and check the plantation."

"Yes, Milord."

"Alexandru and Stefan, check on anything unusual between the Elders and the Mystics."

"Yes, Milord."

"Now, I'm going to bring you all out to the Quarters in a minute. I need the Gate Stones."

"Yes! Finally!" Marius cheered!

The other men also have broad smiles on their faces.

"Marius, why is it your childish in front of Damien but is cold hearted when he is not around?" Alexandru asked.

Marius glared at Alexandru.

Damien chuckled with humor. As if remembering some dirt of Marius.

Marius eyes widen. He instantly understood what Damien recalled.

"Please don't." Marius instantly begged.

"uhm." Damien answered as he walked to the table and drunk the rest of the whisky in one clean swallow.

"What is it?" Stefan asked.

"Nothing!" Marius vehemently denied.

Damien smiled slightly.

"Let's go get the stones. I need to go to my mate the next day." Damien muttered as he put down his glass on the table.

His mate is near awakening. He has to be there. He only has his mate in his mind.

Damien looked at his brothers, his eyes glinted with evil intent. He cant wait to dump his brothers.

All four brothers looked at Damien with envy in their eyes. Damien has a mate! How lucky!

They are truly happy for Damien, but if they knew what Damien is thinking, they might be coughing out blood in anger!