Chapter 55

"Your eyes tell a lot about your thoughts Blonde, don't you think it would be of great good, to reduce that scrutinizing look....?"

Zarvoth's words left Belladonna blinking. She never for once thought her facial expression would cringe to the notice of his presence.

Quickly cleaning off an invisible sweat, she plastered on her face, an fake smile; Her eyes far from the wrinkles of a real one.

"Lord Zarvoth, I didn't assume you would be here, noting your movement from each places which aren't yours..." Belladonna said, her smile enough to tell anyone around she wasn't comfortable with the Vampire.

And regarding 'anyone', that would be the maid who stood confused about their sudden dialogue. She, the maid, said no word to Zarvoth since his arrival, and never knew he could speak without a rebuking tone, and to witness such, truly a sight to behold.