♦Lavinia's POV♦
I sit quietly in my study, my legs crossed over each other underneath the classy, blood red dress I have on. It's the Olde Country anyway, I had to dress according to custom.
Willam was still MIA and Selena… I crush the glass of blood that had previously been delicately sitting in my bejeweled hand, anger bubbling up.
So that's why she had been so wary of me and reeking of Werewolf, she wanted to know if I was aware of her plans to disappear and into the Olde Country too.
"Mistress." Kris, the undisputed leader of Lower Sect of The Order materializes in front of me, on the other side of the delicate desk. He goes down on one knee with his head bowed low and his arms propped on the ground.
Llyod is already done with cleaning up the pieces of glass and blood, at a snap of my finger he makes himself scarce.
