Death was her wage

 The room was thick with murderous intent that overshadowed the rising water vapour. "Please, I can't breathe." The maid begged struggling in Cedric's grip.

 

 "In your next life, you will learn to follow instructions." Those were the last words she heard before she took her last breath and her body went limp in his hand. Cedric effortlessly snapped her neck.

 

 She had pissed him off on the wrong day. Cedric also had a handful of complaints to Evelyn who was lucky that she was currently indisposable; why did the maid she sent over had drugged his wine?

 

 It wasn't an aphrodisiac but something others would describe as a love potion. He released her neck and her body fell on the wet floor. Glancing at the dead body that still had some warmth on her skin. His eyes held no emotion in them and had finally turned gold, his blood lust reducing.