Wicked Game

by LonelyStargazer

Since her engagement to Ciel was cut off, life has been uncertain for Sarah Wakefield until she becomes a Silencer for the Queen. When tragedy strikes, she is forced back into the life of her ex-fiance. Things that were once sure are now uncertain. Though, one certainty is she will never be the same, if a demon butler has any say. Slow burn SebastianxOC. Rated M for future content.

27. Me and The Devil

Hello, my wonderful darling readers.

First of all, I want to thank you all for your patience and support while I've been working on this chapter. The past eight months have been quite a struggle with my health. Luckily we're making progress and I'm now on a medication that seems to be giving me some relief, which is what allowed me to finish this chapter. But I also wanted to thank you for all the support you've shown me through all of this by leaving reviews (a special thank you to koaichan, Manon, Ravensoul93, Aleta Wolff, lisabann, and A. S. Oswald) and interacting with me over on my Tumblr. Your support is what has kept me going and has motivated and encouraged me to continue working on this, even when I wasn't feeling well. Truly, it means more than you know.

As always, if you have any questions about any terminology that's used in the chapter, I'll include explanations in the notes at the end of the chapter.

But, for now, I gladly present to you Chapter 27! Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-Seven | Me and The Devil

Ivory, embellished with crimson and gold. Plush chaises. The scent of rose water and amber. Rich sapphire-blue silk with golden threaded embroidery. Soft carpets. Hairpins, combs, and brushes gleaming in the soft morning light.

A year ago, this would have been nothing more than a practice of mundane routine. However, today was anything but.

Today was when I would officially become a Silencer.

I curled my toes at the thought, scrunching the carpet beneath my feet, and bit my lip to repress the smile that threatened to remain plastered to my face. It did little to diminish my lightheartedness, uncontainable joy dancing in my gaze reflected in the mirror.

I flexed my tingling fingers before grabbing handfuls of my skirt, attempting to resist the urge to pinch myself again. Since the Double Charles had arrived with the letter from Her Majesty two weeks ago, my days had passed like a surreal dream- like I was floating through events which weren't my own.

However, this news had not come without incident. In fact, the night following the announcement of the Queen's intention to appoint me as her new Silencer, an attack had been made on the townhouse. And every night since. Word traveled quickly in the Underworld and many of the noblemen who had been vying for the post were desperate, willing to do anything to remove me from a position I hadn't yet assumed. The price of their desperation was steep, some paying with their own lives.

Such a reaction did nothing to lessen my determination, though. Power was coveted above all things in the Underworld and those who possessed it sat uneasily on the pedestals on which they had been placed. But I had fought my way to the top- paying entrance with my blood- and I wasn't about to relinquish it without a fight.

Smack!

"Ow!" I hissed, rubbing my wounded hand.

"Stop doing that or you'll wrinkle the silk." Nina shot with a frown.

One of her two assistants crouched by my side on the floor glanced up long enough to shoot me a scathing glare. As if to emphasize their employer's point, the other gave a pointed tug of my skirt.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Now, enough of that." Nina said, all sternness from a moment ago vanishing as she turned to the mannequin behind her. "I shan't have you sullen for such an important occasion. Today is a day of celebration. Don't you think so, Angelina?"

A slight frown creased my brow as I watched Angelina's reflection, awaiting an answer of some sort. None came. Instead, she stared out the window from where she sat on one of the luxurious chaises, lost in thought.

Beside me, Nina sighed before turning toward her friend and pointedly clearing her throat.

Angelina started at the noise, her attention snapping toward us, visibly shaken. However, in her regular fashion, she recovered quickly and answered with a smile, "She's right. You've worked hard for today. You deserve to be happy."

I smiled, but it didn't quite reach my eyes. Something wasn't right.

"Thank you."

Nina gave a satisfied nod and turned, stepping over to the mannequin to retrieve my bodice. Meanwhile, my attention never left Angelina, who had returned to gazing out the window, face as sullen as it had been before.

"Arms out."

Obediently, I followed Nina's orders, my attention moving to the pair of assistants as they began working me into the garment. Though, after several huffs and frustrated tugs later, it was clear it would not be without difficulty. With Nina's level of craftsmanship, it should have slipped right on, like donning a second skin. But I had become unpracticed in having others dressing me and what little moving I did only hindered their progress.

"Oh, good heavens," Nina mumbled, shooing her assistants away before tugging the garment into place herself.

Glancing at me over her spectacles, she added, "Even the Earl doesn't give so much resistance."

"Sorry," I said with an apologetic smile. "I'm doing a good job at mucking it up, aren't I?"

"Don't worry, my dear, no harm done. Though it typically works better if you don't try to help with the process. Just relax and let me do my job."

Her lips twitched with amusement when I gave a nod, and added as she began doing up the buttons, "Otherwise you just end up flopping around like a wet monkey."

I snorted.

"Somehow I think you'd be capable of wrangling a wet monkey if the situation called for it."

"Perhaps," she began, stifling her laugh with a smirk, "I am a woman of many talents."

I chuckled, her fingers brushing against my chin as she tilted it up slightly before deftly finishing with the last few buttons.

A moment later, she stepped back with a nod of approval.

"It looks better than I had imagined it."

My cheeks ached from the smile that, once again, spread my lips and I glanced down, fingers tracing the intricate golden embroidery that lined the front of the dress.

Nina had pouted when I initially brought her the design. Her vision for my ceremony had been far more feminine, with various patterns and materials and an ungodly amount of ruffles. My vision was far simpler, stripped down, almost like a uniform. Masculine. By my request, the bodice had been designed to have a similar appearance to those of our military uniforms; the shoulders adorned with golden caps and tassels like Ciel's jacket when he had been appointed to the earldom. Though I would not be addressing those who had gathered for my ceremony, I wanted them to receive my message as clearly as if I had spoken it- I may be a woman, but I stood equal with the men around me.

"Thank you." I said, looking back up at her.

"Well, in the words of your beloved Mr. Stiff," she began, unable to keep a straight face as she stood at attention, much like Sebastian would, "If I could not fashion a dress suitable for such an occasion, what sort of seamstress would I be?"

Our gazes met for a split second before we both burst into uproarious laughter.

"What a seamstress, indeed." Angelina chimed with a chuckle as she came to stand next to me.

Fresh peals of our laughter echoed in the cavernous room. And for a fleeting moment we were merely three women, three friends sharing a carefree moment together. So fragile, it was a hair's breadth away from shattering. But none of us knew that then.

Instead, our eyes danced with joy, our faces still lit with the glow of humor even when our laughter finally died away.

"Ah," Nina sighed, fanning her rosy cheeks, before turning to her assistants, "Alright, let's get packed up."

With a few swift claps of her hands, her assistants set into a flurry of activity, gathering the supplies that had been strewn about the room. Thread and needles were neatly packed into the drawers of Nina's sewing box, along with thimbles, scissors, and scrap fabric before wrapping the mannequin in paper.

"Well done, girls." Nina praised.

Glancing back at Angelina and I, she added, "Unfortunately, I must be getting back to the shoppe. Fashion waits for no one."

"Thank you again." I paused, taking her hand in mine and giving it a meaningful squeeze. "For everything."

Her knowing gaze shone with the beginning of tears, and she cleared her throat before squeezing my hand in return. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything less, darling."

A shaky smile broke through her emotion as she let my hand go.

"I'm just glad you let me add some ruffles to your bustle, at least."

"Of course, I had to let you have some liberty with the design." I chuckled.

"How generous." she said, rolling her eyes.

With that, we said our farewells and Nina swept out of the room, her assistants in tow.

"Now for the finishing details." Angelina announced with a smile, before nudging me over to the chaise she had been sitting on earlier.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I sat, thankful for the brief reprieve. I had been standing in my new heels for two hours already and my feet were screaming.

"I thought you'd like a break."

"I forgot how uncomfortable heels like this could be." I said, watching as Angelina laid out various combs, brushes, and pins on the cushion beside me. "How do you do it?"

A shiver went down my back when her fingers brushed against the nape of my neck, sweeping my hair back over my shoulders.

"Well, you know what they say. 'Beauty is pain.'"

"I'm fairly certain whoever said that was a man."

Angelina chuckled softly, running her fingers through my curls to work out the tangles.

"Now relax. This is your last moment of calm before the ceremony."

With a slight nod, I closed my eyes, all else melting away except the feeling of her fingers and the teeth of the comb working through my hair. It was comforting to be cared for this way. It reminded me of how my mother would do the same when I was a little girl. My nostrils flared, the memory of the faint scent of her jasmine perfume teasing my senses.

What would my mother think of where I was today? I wondered. Surely she had never imagined such a life for me. No one wishes their daughter would become an assassin for the Queen, no matter how prestigious a position that might be. But a part of me hoped she would still be proud. Her daughter had scraped her way from destitution to nobility, even if it was in title only. And in the Underworld, no less. Surely such an accomplishment would be worthy of some maternal pride.

"Sarah." Angelina's voice called, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?"

I opened my eyes at her question, realizing only then that my cheeks were damp from tears I hadn't known had fallen.

"Oh!"

I quickly wiped the thin trails from my cheeks, adding, "Yes, I am fine. I got lost in my thoughts is all."

She hummed in response, but didn't press further, despite not sounding convinced in the slightest.

A pregnant silence fell between us. The only interrupting sounds were of the ornate clock that hung on the other side of the room, and the rustling of my hair as Angelina pinned it in its desired place. My stomach tensed with each passing moment, joy slowly giving way to concern. Normally Angelina would have been effervescent, practically floating around the room whilst she helped with the preparations for this momentous occasion. Today she was anything but- muted and withdrawn, distant. Almost a shell of herself.

Unease settled heavy in my gut, a nagging thought scratching at the back of my mind that had been growing more prominent over the past several months. Something wasn't right. And not in the typically worrying sense, something was truly wrong.

I shuffled where I sat, clearing my throat as I squared my shoulders.

"So," I began with a small voice, "I know we haven't had the occasion to speak much lately, but I wanted to see how you have been."

Her hands stilled in brief pause and the anxious knot in my stomach twisted tighter.

"Oh, you know, between social engagements and my shifts at the hospital, I maintain a rather packed schedule."

My brow creased at the false ease in her voice. She was lying.

"If this is about those pills you wanted me to inspect," she continued before I could interject, "I am planning on doing so soon. But I have been so preoccupied, I haven't had any spare time to sneak away to the laboratory."

I sighed, turning back toward her with a tender gaze, clasping her hands in mine.

"Don't be daft. You are the one I am concerned about, not those pills."

"Oh." she whispered, her eyes widening with genuine surprise.

"You haven't been yourself all day." I pressed, "Is everything alright?"

At that, she cast her gaze down toward our interlaced fingers, running her thumb over the back of my hand. However, my gaze never left her face, not missing the way her features dropped, her eyes softening with regret.

"At times I think you know me better than I know myself." she murmured, her lips twitching with a mournful smile before continuing, "But some secrets are mine to keep, at least for now."

My heart sank, and I gave her hand a meaningful squeeze as the imploring words I so desperately wanted to speak died on my tongue. As much as I wanted to plead- beg even- that she confide in me, I would not force her. I of all people knew that some burdens, though weighty and consuming, were best carried alone.

"I understand. Just know that I am always here if you need a listening ear."

I paused, a mischievous smirk spreading my lips as I leaned in, adding, "Or help disposing of a body."

"Oh my!" Angelina laughed, feigning surprise. "Let us hope it doesn't come to all that."

I shrugged and released my hold on her hands before turning back around with a chuckle.

"I simply wanted you to know the available options. Nina isn't the only woman of many talents you know."

"I shall keep that in mind." She teased, setting back to work.

Though a moment later she paused, bending down to press a soft kiss on my cheek, her voice heavy with emotion as she said, "Thank you."

A soft smile lit my face after she stood again, pinning another section of my hair into place. I ran my fingers over the smooth silk that draped over my lap, allowing myself to become distracted by how luxurious it felt to the touch. It seemed such delight would be my pastime of choice for the foreseeable future.

Glancing up at the clock, an unexpected knot twisted in my stomach with the realization that, in only fifteen minutes or so, I would be kneeling before Her Majesty. I kneaded my lip between my teeth and fidgeted at the thought. Save Angelina, Ciel, and the servants- the latter observing the ceremony from the hidden balcony of the throne room- none of the other guests would be there to share in my celebration. Most would be there out of obligation. Some out of malice, wanting to catch a glimpse of their new target.

An uneasy chill trickled down my spine at the thought. How many in the audience today would be planning my demise? Would any try to kill me today before I could realize my accomplishment?

I had voiced similar concerns to Sebastian not two nights ago. To which he reminded me with calm resolution that he would allow no such thing to happen, before disappearing beneath my nightgown, his mouth and fingers ridding my mind of any further anxieties that evening.

"Is there something the matter?"

"What?" I asked, Angelina's voice pulling me back to the present.

"I didn't stick you, did I?"

"What?" I repeated with a glance back. "Oh! No, no. Sorry, my mind wandered again."

Angelina hummed, followed by the quiet sound of her heels on the plush carpet, before brushing the remaining supplies away to sit beside me.

"You seemed so excited earlier." she murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair in place. "Care to tell me what is troubling you?"

Would you show me the same courtesy? I rubbed my fingers together, holding my tongue. Now wasn't the time to be petty.

My lips twitched with a faltering smile.

"I suppose it is finally hitting me." I paused, taking a deep breath and continued, the words spilling out all at once, "A Silencer. The Silencer for the Queen. Do you know how many women before me have held this position? None. And save for a few precious souls, when I step into that throne room, everyone will be yearning for my downfall. The men think I have forgotten my station and would be happy to see my head served on a silver platter. All the women despise me just the same and believe I am a whore."

My voice dropped as well as my gaze, adding, "I don't know if I will even make it out alive."

Angelina gave a humorless chuckle and her lips spread with bitter amusement as she leaned back, attention turned to the ceiling. "Believe me. I understand that more than you know."

"It is the unfortunate truth that we live in a world dominated by men." she continued, a momentary flicker of rage in her eyes catching my attention, "And, as such, if we dare to defy those expectations, we are the ones who are vilified. They are enraged at our boldness, at the gall that we might want something different for our lives. They threaten and bully to keep us silent, to put us in our place. To which I say," she smirked, nudging my shoulder, "let them try."

A smirk mirroring hers spread my lips, heart stirring with renewed determination.

"There's no sweeter revenge than success, right?"

"Precisely," she nodded, "And you said so yourself, you've come too far, sacrificed too much for anything else."

"You're right." I sat up taller, squaring my jaw. "I am Sarah Anne Wakefield and I'll be damned if they try to withhold from me what is rightfully mine."

Angelina stood and came to stand in front of me, a proud smile on her face as she reached down to curl her fingers beneath my chin.

"Now there's the Sarah I know." she said, tilting my chin to look up at her.

My gaze softened as I rose to my feet and pulled Angelina into my arms.

"Thank you." I whispered into her hair.

Without warning, a succession of sharp knocks sounded in the room.

"Ms. Wakefield?" The deep hum of Phipps' voice called through the closed door, "It is time."

"Just a moment, if you would." Angelina answered, pulling out of the embrace.

"Am I ready?" I whispered as her critical gaze assessed my appearance.

She hummed, her eyes narrowing before rummaging around in one of the pouches she had brought with her. A moment later she returned with a victorious smile, holding up a pair of teardrop sapphire earrings and white lace gloves.

"I almost forgot these." she murmured, quickly slipping them on my ears while I slid the gloves onto my hands.

"What about now?"

After a couple of seconds, she nodded and answered softly, "Absolutely perfect."

My heart swelled, eyes pricking with unexpected tears at her approval. I quickly blinked, pushing my emotions back. Now was not the time. Instead, I offered her a thankful smile and a nod before making my way to the door.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out to grasp the door handle, but gave pause when my fingers brushed against the cold metal. I turned and cast one last glance back to Angelina, who stood where I left her, waiting expectantly, her whole person radiating with pride. Our eyes met with a knowing look and I nodded slowly, my fingers wrapping around the handle. She was right. I thought, giving a twist and opening the door. I could do this.

"Ah, Ms. Wakefield," Phipps greeted. "I trust you are ready?"

I offered a polite smile. "Yes, I am."

An impatient huff sounded somewhere in the hall. Both Phipps and I ignored the sound as he stepped aside with a slight bow to allow me to enter the hallway. Unsurprisingly, the noise had come from Charles Grey, who rested against the wall with his arms crossed and an expression that made it seem as though he had just eaten something particularly sour. I suspected his would be the first of many unwelcoming encounters today.

"Grey." I acknowledged with a nod, holding my chin high.

He huffed again, his gaze narrowing as he begrudgingly straightened his stance and offered a short, "Wakefield."

Phipps, however, seemed unconcerned with his partner's obvious animosity. Instead, his gaze passed between the two of us before giving a curt nod and stating, "Very good. Shall we proceed?"

His question had been one of formal courtesy rather than consent, as the butlers immediately flanked me and led me forward with purpose.

The path to the throne room was a wandering one, richly carpeted hallways meandering this way and that to the opposite side of the palace. The painted walls were covered with ornately framed paintings from all over the globe and generations of royalty. Gifts sat upon raised pillars that lined the hallways, a visual show of the homage paid to the great British empire by her subjects- a display of power and greed. One couldn't help but be at least a little impressed.

"Now I know this is merely a formality," Phipps said, glancing back over his shoulder, "this is not the first time you've presented yourself to Her Majesty. However, with such a public setting, I was instructed to remind you of a few key things."

"Of course."

"Other than greeting Her Majesty and confirming your vows, you will remain silent. You are not to look upon Her Grace, either. Rather, you are to have your gaze lowered in respectful submission for the duration of the ceremony." He paused as we arrived at the throne room doors, both he and Grey turning to face me. "Do you understand?"

I nodded in acknowledgement, doing my best to ignore another knot of anxiety that had begun twisting in my stomach. "Yes."

"Very well." Phipps said, both butlers grasping the door handles, "Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply to ease my nerves, Angelina's words ringing in my mind.

"Remember, today is bigger than you or I. It is about the generations of women who will come after us- women who will want to have opportunities to make a real difference in this world. They won't have that chance unless people like you, me, and Nina take that leap first. We have to ensure we make it possible for them to achieve things we could only dream of."

Letting out that breath, I opened my eyes and whispered, "Yes."

Squaring my shoulders, I held both my gaze and chin high as the doors clicked and opened.

A crimson carpet ran before me the entire length of the throne room, fanning out when it reached the steps to the throne. On either side sat a measurable crowd, roughly one hundred in total. My heart thudded against my ribcage as my gaze took in the myriad of eyes staring back at me. There was no kindness to be found in any of them.

"Look!" the hushed whisper echoed, breaking the tense, suffocating silence, "There's Sarah!"

My gaze darted toward the enclosed balcony, an irrepressible smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth when I caught sight of Finny, whose mouth was now covered by both Bard and Mey-Rin's hands. I was about to turn away when my eyes caught a glint of crimson from the shadows. My cheeks warmed with a blush as I recognized the look in Sebastian's eyes, one of pride, appreciation, and hunger.

Before the warmth that bloomed beneath his gaze could spread any further, I snapped my attention back to the room. Now was not the time to get distracted. Instead, I focused on the two butlers who had already begun proceeding down the aisle.

Time felt as if it had slowed to a torturous crawl, my feet moving like I was knee deep in quicksand. Every footfall thundered in my mind, the reverberation drowned out by the snippets of biting whispers I caught from those in the crowd.

"Disgraceful."

"Who does she think she is?"

"How could the Queen choose her?"

"She won't make it."

"She's dead."

"Pretentious bitch."

"Whore."

Even though I despised it, each insult clung to me, burying itself beneath my skin like a barb. But still I continued on- head held high and eyes unflinchingly focused on my goal. For every word that was spat at me only fueled the smouldering embers that burned within my bosom, each one fanning the coals of my heart into flame. Though they stung, their words were nothing more than a show of their weakness in the face of my strength. These people, who had rejoiced at my downfall, who laughed when I was reduced to nothing and would be glad to see the same happen to me again.

Delicately taking the fine silk of my skirt between my fingers, I bowed, curtseying at Her Majesty's feet. All the while, the last words Angelina spoke to me echoed repeatedly in my mind.

"Make them rue the day they ever tried to hold you down."

/

I was free.

My steps were gracefully airy along the carpeted halls I traversed, my feet almost as light as my heart. So much so, I felt like I was floating. Gone was the dread and trepidation from earlier. Even the gazes from the portraits that lined the hallways seemed to have improved their mood. Where they once held a glint of judgement, they now radiated with approval.

Now that I was by myself, I dared to allow the pure elation of the moment to sweep me along in its giddy current. Surely euphoria of this magnitude was not humanly possible. Yet there were many things about today I would have never believed achievable.

I pinched the palm of my hand as I rounded the last corner before the changing chamber, in a vain attempt to ground myself in this dream. This could not be real.

"Oh, Ciel!" I said, shocked when I caught sight of the Earl facing the window at the end of the hallway. "I am surprised to see you here so soon."

He gave a humorless chuckle and turned to face me, a knowing look in his cerulean gaze as he quipped, "And I you. I thought you might be preoccupied a bit longer."

I shrugged.

"It is easy to escape when no one wants to congratulate you."

"Indeed."

Cane in hand, Ciel approached me with measured steps until he joined me where I had stopped outside of the changing room.

"I shan't hold you up. The servants will be joining us soon. Though, come to think of it, they have a bit further to go and I'm sure some of them will find the sights of the palace a bit distracting." He paused, lips quirking with an impish grin. "Sebastian will have his hands full. It's like herding cats, that lot."

I chuckled with a nod, "I almost feel sorry for him."

"I don't." Ciel answered matter-of-factly, inspecting the fingers of his gloved hands.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could do so, he added, "Aunt Angelina sends her apologies. She left shortly after the ceremony complaining of a nasty headache so she returned home to rest."

"Oh."

I looked down, a bit deflated at that news. It appeared the celebration she had promised would have to wait.

"I am sorry to hear she is doing so poorly."

"She'll be fine, I'm sure." Ciel answered with a dismissive wave. "Now, get on with it. I'd rather not be here any longer than absolutely necessary."

I bowed, the trained words spilling from my lips before I could stop them, "Yes, my lord."

I looked away when I heard the faint sound of a chuckle come from the Earl, resting my hand on the door handle as I awaited the snide jab that was sure to follow. To my surprise, none came.

Rather, he softly called my name when I turned the handle and nudged the door open.

"Yes?"

Glancing back, I caught the hint of a smile curving his lips before he gave a slight bow of his own and softly said, "Congratulations."

My heart swelled at the word, something about the gravity with which he spoke it piercing me through the chest.

"Thank you." I answered, offering him a warm smile before stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.

Making my way over to the vanity where Nina had left a satchel, I slowly undid the buttons of my bodice. My gaze traveled from the embellishments of my dress to the reflection that stared back at me from the mirror. It was a sight I had almost forgotten. One I had thought I'd never seen again.

The woman returning my gaze was beautiful- her cheeks colored with a rosy hue, curls elegantly swept up. The finely crafted clothes she wore were hers. Not borrowed, not gifted. Hers. And the greatest surprise was the light of true happiness that shone in her eyes.

"Lady Wakefield," my lips spread wide with an exuberant smile and whispered to myself as I slipped the bodice off, "Countess Wakefield."

"There you are, Young Master!" I heard Finny's muffled greeting through the thick door.

Soon the muted sounds of indiscernible conversation from the other servants filtered into the room. The ghost of a smile remained on my face as I tugged out the pins that held the tassels in place. The reception of the main crowd may have been cold and aloof at best, but I knew as soon as I stepped out of this room, those I loved would sweep me up in a whirlwind of affection and showered with praises. That was worth far more than any congratulations that a duke or even Her Majesty could offer.

Suddenly, an unexpected click sounded from the door. I dropped the first tassel, pressing the bodice to my chest, my torso only covered by my corset and chemise.

"I'm not decent!" I hissed as the door cracked open.

"I was hoping you might not be."

A fresh wave of heat warmed my cheeks and ears at the sultry sound of Sebastian's voice, an equally alluring smirk of his lips when he soundlessly closed the door behind him. His eyes sparked with playful mischief as he sauntered over to my side.

"Sebastian!" I earnestly whispered, still holding my bodice close, "You shouldn't be in here."

His smirk widened to a grin, his honeyed voice softly murmuring as he tucked a stray hair behind my ear, "There's no need to worry. I came in here under the pretense of helping you dress. We all know Mey-Rin cannot be trusted."

He paused, his fingers trailing along my jaw to hook beneath my chin and tilting it up toward him.

"Besides," his voice dropped, leaning in to brush his lips against mine, "I wanted to offer my congratulations."

My mind went blank, all coherent thought gone at the touch and taste of his lips pressing against mine. I leaned forward, bodice slipping from my hands, and threaded my fingers in his silken locks to deepen the kiss. More. My mind begged. Please.

As if he could read my thoughts, his hands snaked down to my lower back and pressed me into his solid frame. Though a moment later he pulled back far enough to break the kiss, eyes warm with pride at the whimper that escaped my lips in his absence.

"Perhaps you are right," he hummed, leaning forward to plant his lips on my neck.

A jolt of pleasure shot down my back and pooled between my legs. I gasped, hands blindly seeking for purchase, back arching beneath his touch as his tongue teased the sensitive area where my neck and shoulders met. Hot breath fanned across my skin, his lips slowly working upward, and I shivered, gooseflesh prickling my arms.

He paused to brush his nose against the shell of my ear as he whispered, "Surely this isn't the place."

"Cheeky bastard." I scolded, with an embarrassing lack of venom.

His chest rumbled with a chuckle before drawing another gasp from me with a well-timed nip to my earlobe.

"Yet you haven't told me to stop."

The sound of the other's laughter wafted into the room, breaking through the hazy cloud of pleasure that enshrouded my mind. I took hold of its grounding hold to reality like a drowning man does a lifeline.

"Sebastian," I breathed, managing a bit more conviction this time, "Please...stop."

He stilled at that command, his lips resting- unmoving- on my collarbone. Waiting. Testing.

I carded my fingers through his hair, kneading my lip between my teeth when he sighed against my skin at the touch. Every fibre in my body longed for more. A groan caught in my throat when I pressed against his shoulders to gently coax him to stand upright, leaving me aching in the absence. Though at the last possible moment, my resolve faltered and I stopped, choosing to remain in his embrace instead. A subtle smile curled the corners of my lips as his forehead rested against mine. I wanted to indulge in this, if only for a few moments longer.

"You didn't really mean that, did you?" He whispered, more statement than question.

Reaching up, I locked my fingers to rest on the back of his neck and rubbed circles at the base of his hairline.

"Of course I didn't," I answered softly, "But I am a proper lady now and what little of my reputation that remains needs to be guarded with utmost diligence. Until the novelty of my post fades, I will be under intense scrutiny. And an illicit affair with the Phantomhive butler would be enough cause to have me removed from what little power I've been able to attain."

Sebastian hummed, deep in thought.

"Humans are such jealous creatures."

I nodded with an understanding hum of my own.

"That we are."

"Also," I continued, flashing a mischievous grin, "If we continued much longer, the other servants might come in and catch an eyeful they didn't bargain for."

Sebastian gave a hearty chuckle and smirked, tugging me closer to him and quipping, "A shame, really. I was looking forward to giving Mey-Rin and Bard a taste of their own medicine."

I gasped and pressed my hands to my chest in feigned surprise, unable to contain the giggles that bubbled up as I slipped out of his grasp.

"Why, Mr. Michaelis! You shameless devil."

Something dark stirred in the depths of his russet gaze, equally dark chuckle sounding from his chest as he scooped my bodice from the floor.

"You have no idea."

I shook my head, giggles finally subsiding, and returned to the vanity, scooping up the stray pins that were left on its polished surface.

"Oh, thank you." I said when he handed me the second tassel.

With a swift click, I tucked the satchel into my skirt pocket and turned to face Sebastian, who held up my bodice.

"If I may, my lady." He said with a bow.

A small voice of warning whispered in objection, but I quickly swept it aside. This wasn't dangerous. It was a tease at most. I had denied myself for far too long. And today of all days was one worthy of a little careful indulgence.

I gave a slight nod and turned my back to him with a smirk of my own.

"You may."

The silk of the sleeves brushed up my arms as Sebastian guided the garment onto my frame with measured intent. I looked forward, hazel meeting russet in the mirror's reflection, a mutual fire smoldering in both gazes. My heart thudded against my ribcage when his chest pressed into my back, his hands trailing around my waist to pull the two sides of the bodice together.

"May I also make a request?" He whispered against my ear.

"Yes."

Slowly, his long fingers worked each button into place, my skin heating beneath his touch and gaze.

"Given the concerns for your honor, may I finish my congratulations later this evening? Once we have returned to the townhouse?"

My breath hitched as his fingers brushed over the swell of my breasts, answer caught in my throat when they trailed up to my collarbone before descending again.

I swallowed, moving my hands behind my back, reaching to drag my fingers along the seam of his trousers. Sebastian huffed, composure momentarily faltering when they grazed against the length of his half-hardened arousal.

Turning my head, I brushed my nose against his neck, purring, "You may, if I'm inclined to be so generous."

A strangled groan escaped his plush lips when I gave his cock a gentle squeeze before returning to a more normal stance.

After a brief moment, Sebastian returned to the task at hand, golden buttons done with the same teasing pace as before. I waited, knowing my challenge wouldn't go unanswered, my breath becoming shallow with anticipation when he made it to the high collar.

His fingers delicately guided my chin upward before tugging the sides of the collar into place- just a shade too tightly. My heart leapt in my chest, arousal pulsing between my legs as my gaze met his once more.

"Well then, I shall do everything I can to earn my lady's approval."

"Oi."

I jumped as the sobering drawl of Bard's voice cut through the tension. A moment later the pressure of Sebastian's touch vanished like that of a spectre when the door handle clicked ominously in warning. We separated, like opposing poles of a magnet, just in time for the door to fully open.

"What's takin' so long?" Bard teased, humor sparking in his eyes as he led the others into the room. "Nothing untoward I hope."

Color bloomed on Mey-Rin's cheeks that was almost the shade of her hair.

"Bard!" she squeaked, and smacked his shoulder.

I gave one last glance in the mirror, tucking a stray wisp of hair behind my ear before turning back to the cook.

"I'll only put stock into your criticism of my dressing time once you've worn one of these outfits yourself."

I smirked playfully and came to stand toe-to-toe with Bard. Our gazes locked, an unspoken challenge set. However, any facade of seriousness between us melted away immediately when he leaned his head back, his chest heaving with genuine laughter.

"I s'ppose you have a point there." he said, wide smile mirroring my own when his gaze found mine once more, adding, "Besides, there's more important things to say right now."

My brow raised in question.

"Such as?"

"Why, your congratulations, of course!"

An undignified squeak escaped my lips as he scooped me up into his arms in a crushing hug and spun around. My alarm quickly turned to mirth, my bubbling laughter joining that of the other servants, and I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

With one last spin, Bard lowered me back down. Before I could register what was happening, Mey-Rin and Finny came in close to join our embrace, all of us quickly becoming a jumbled mess of arms and smiles.

"You're a proper lady again, Miss Sarah!" Finny cheered. "You did it!"

"You looked like a princess!" Mey-Rin added.

My heart swelled, my chest aching as their praises continued. They were congratulating me like I had been knighted for some noble feat, rather than being appointed the Queen's personal assassin. Such love was incomprehensible to me, given the closest to this I had experienced before was from Angelina. I did not deserve their love. I was not a good person. Though I suppose none of us really were. Perhaps that is why they understood, why they loved me as they did.

My eyes swam, brimming with unspilt tears, as my gaze found Bard's once more.

His eyes glistened, too, his lips spreading with a soft smile before leaning his head against mine.

"We're so proud of you."

A quiet, strangled sob fell from my lips, and they pressed in closer. Hot tears trailed down my cheeks, dampening the scratchy wool of Bard's suit jacket against my cheek. My heart was broken, rended in two. So full of the love these three poured into it that it swelled to bursting.

"Thank you." I mumbled, voice broken and heavy with emotion.

With a great squeeze, I held them to me with all my strength, the unbidden repetition of "Thank you" echoing in the great room like some holy chant. It was the closest thing to "I love you" I could manage. Thank you for welcoming me as one of your own. Thank you for not judging me. Thank you for being there when I thought I'd lost my mind. Thank you...thank you for loving me.

From behind us, Ciel cleared his throat. We broke our embrace, all four of us wiping away tears as we turned toward the Earl. He stood in the doorway, Sebastian by his side- both watching on with proper indifference.

"If you are all quite finished, it is time we make our leave."

He paused, his cool, cerulean gaze traveling over each one of us before adding, "And I expect we shan't see any more emotional outbursts for the remainder of the day, correct?"

Out of habit, I lowered my head in deference, answering "Yes, Young Master" along with the other servants.

"Good." Ciel said with a nod and turned to Bard. "Bring the carriage around. Lady Wakefield and I will meet you at the guest entrance."

"Yes, Young Master."

With that, the three servants scurried from the room, not wanting to invite any more of Ciel's disapproval than they already had.

"Very well, my lord." Sebastian said, passing his master his gloves, "Shall we be leaving presently?"

Ciel's brows creased with a slight frown as he tugged them on and grumbled, "Yes. I can't stand this cursed place."

"As you wish."

Ciel stepped into the hall without a second look back at Sebastian or me, the former remaining in the formal bow he had given his master. Though, as soon as the young earl was out of sight, his attention snapped over to me rather than maintaining the humble, down-turned gaze from seconds before.

Russet eyes danced with mischievous humor, lips twitching with a restrained smirk as his sultry voice called to me, "My lady."

A subtle smile lit my face, his flirtation pulling me from the heavier emotions that still weighed down my heart.

"Thank you." I said softly, gladly accepting the kerchief he offered as I passed by him.

He fell into place by my side, glancing down at me while I dabbed the tear stains from my cheeks, doing my best to be presentable.

"That was quite a display." He murmured.

"I am sorry. I don't know what came over me." I answered, my voice lowered, and slipped the kerchief into my pocket. "Today has been an unexpectedly emotional day."

Sebastian offered no response save to hum before seeming to get lost in thought, his gaze drifting to where Ciel continued forward a few yards ahead of us. I wasn't surprised by his silence, though. Sebastian had a tendency to become introspective when I expressed some unexpected emotion. And, if I was entirely honest with myself, this bizarre quirk didn't bother me as it usually did. A moment of quiet to breathe and collect my thoughts after such an eventful day was rather welcome.

Several minutes later, with only minor disaster and a stern scolding to the servants from Sebastian, we were all loaded onto the carriage and all equally grateful to be travelling away from the palace.

Pulling back the curtain of the carriage window aside, my gaze wandered as immaculately maintained gardens gave way to prestigious houses and government buildings, all ornately decorated- a gaudy display of power and wealth.

Though one can't help but admire their beauty all the same. I thought, watching a pair of richly dressed women casually stroll together, parasols guarding their delicate features from the harsh afternoon sun.

"Since we are already out, I was hoping to stop by the Funtom shoppe on Taviton Street." Ciel said, pulling me from my thoughts.

Sighing internally, I let the curtain fall closed once more and turned to where he and Sebastian sat opposite of me. Paying the children's store a surprise visit was far from what I wanted to do. It was far too cramped and loud, with excitable children scurrying this way and that. However, I wasn't in a position to object. So I simply nodded, trying to keep my expression as neutral as possible.

"An excellent idea, my lord. I shall let Bard know."

Sebastian rapped Ciel's cane against the roof and we came to a stop only a few seconds later.

Both Ciel and I squinted as light poured into the dark interior when Sebastian briefly stepped out to relay the new destination to the cook, now carriage driver.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, making Ciel jump at my outburst, a sudden memory coming to mind.

"Actually, while you are visiting the Funtom shoppe, might I visit the tea shoppe just across the street? Angelina has done nothing but praise them and I have been wanting to go for some time, but have never had the occasion to until now. Plus," I paused, my stomach growling as if to emphasize the point, "I've not partaken of any sustenance today. Some tea and biscuits sounds like a rather delightful snack."

Ciel shrugged with nonchalance.

"Why should I care whether or not you accompany the rest of us? You are no longer a servant, so I have little say over what you do."

"Why is Lady Wakefield not joining us on a tour of the shoppe?" Sebastian asked, his brows dipped with disapproval as he closed the carriage door behind him with a soft click.

"I am planning on visiting The Pot and Kettle instead." I answered matter-of-factly.

Sebastian's expression soured before smoothing out to an indifferent mask, giving his waistcoat a firm jerk before replying cooly, "Absolutely not."

I huffed, my temper flaring in kind.

"And why not?"

"Because it is too dangerous."

"Too dangerous?" I scoffed, incredulous, "Don't you think you're being a little paranoid?"

"No."

I looked over toward Ciel, silently begging for some assistance. However, he appeared to be interested in anything but our argument, taking his turn at staring out the carriage window instead.

Accepting the fact I wouldn't have any help in this, I turned back to Sebastian, who looked like if he set his jaw any tighter it would snap.

"Look, I understand your reservations," I began with a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose, "But I don't think you're being reasonable. I will be across the street in constant sight. That's more than you had when I worked at The Sea Sprite and nothing happened then."

Fire glinted in Sebastian's gaze, and I knew there was a retort on his tongue, which he would've had no reservations about giving if I still worked under him. But I was a proper lady now, and this was not a private conversation, so he could advise at most. Even in the midst of an argument, the power balance between butler and mistress needed to be maintained.

It was Sebastian's turn to look to his master for support. As if he could feel the butler's steely gaze, Ciel sighed and turned toward the both of us.

"Just let her do it, Sebastian. What's the worst that could happen?"

Sebastian's nostrils flared, his hands clenching.

"Is that an order, my lord?" He asked, all but spitting the last words.

Ciel's expression darkened. My heart pounded as the two men glowered at each other, the animosity that sparked between them something I'd only seen glimpses of in the past, born of something that happened before my time at the manor. It was in moments like this when I wondered why they continued working together. With the obvious loathing they felt toward each other, the bond they shared must have been something unspeakable.

"Yes." Ciel answered, cold and final.

As quickly as the tension had built, it dissipated, both men turning toward their respective windows. I stared- flabbergasted- at what I had just witnessed. My gaze studied them for any sign of emotions either might have been attempting to bury, but found none. It was as if the confrontation never happened. A silent agreement which they both accepted- Ciel's word was law.

The remainder of the ride was spent in absolute silence, something that should have been a welcome reprieve but was quite the opposite. The ease of their company had me wound tight, like a coil. So much so that I nearly bolted for the door when I realized we had arrived at our destination.

Sebastian didn't so much as look at me when we came to a stop. Instead, he wordlessly exited the carriage, standing at attention while Ciel and I gathered ourselves. The only acknowledgement he made of my presence was to extend an assisting hand to steady me as I stepped out.

So it appeared my worries were correct. He could not oppose his master's order, but he would not let this matter rest. It was a certainty that there would be words later once we were alone.

Looks like those congratulations won't be happening anymore.

I sighed inwardly, giving my gloves a frustrated tug, and walked over to where Bard was working on tying the horses up. If I could not avoid the argument altogether, perhaps I could curtail it a bit.

"Bard." I called, just as he finished securing the ropes.

"Yeah?"

He gruffly brushed his hands against his knees before standing fully upright.

"I am going over to The Pot and Kettle across the street while the others tour the shoppe. Would you care to join me?"

Relief washed over his face, blue eyes softening with appreciation, answering with a smile, "Thanks. I would."

I returned his smile in kind, saying nothing further before we returned to our group- Finny and Mey-Rin having finally clamored off the back of the carriage to join Sebastian and Ciel.

While the rest of them waited patiently for us, Finny buzzed with excitement, his bright gaze focused down the alley while he bounced on the balls of his feet.

"I would like to remind you that whilst you are out that you represent the Phantomhive name." Sebastian began, casting Finny a warning look, "So we should make sure we contain ourselves."

"Yes, Sebastian." Mey-Rin and Bard quietly agreed.

In the following silence from the third servant, all our attention turned to Finny, who was blissfully unaware that Sebastian had even spoken. However, before he had a chance to reprimand the gardener, Mey-Rin gave Finny's ribs a light jab with her elbow.

His head snapped back to her and rubbed his side.

"Ow! What was that for?"

Mey-Rin's gaze flitted between both the gardener and butler, her brows raised and eyes widened for emphasis. And after a couple more seconds, Finny's eyes sparked with recognition. It wasn't the first time Mey-Rin had to intervene for the easily distracted boy.

"Oh!" he said, straightening his stance so much he might as well have saluted, too. "Yes, Sebastian!"

"Excellent." Ciel interjected and Sebastian's lips spread with a tight smile. "Shall we be off, then?"

"Bard will be accompanying me." I said, glancing over to Sebastian, who looked no less relieved at my announcement. Instead, his expression remained ominously blank, similar to when we were in the carriage, though his eyes flashed with unspoken objection.

Finny pouted with a whine, "But, Bard, you'll be missing out on all the toys and treats."

"Oh, that's a'right." Bard mumbled, looking down and rubbing his neck, "I don't have much of a sweet tooth, anyways."

"Very well, let us go." Ciel impatiently announced, setting off down the alley toward the street without taking a second glance back to ensure we were following, Sebastian easily returning to his master's side.

Bard and I chuckled and shared an amused look when Finny and Mey-Rin rushed to catch up to the other two before we followed behind at a relaxed pace.

We walked along, the echoes of the noises from the street- the sound of horse hooves, laughter and shouts of conversation, and rattling of carriage wheels- the only things interrupting the comfortable silence that had fallen between us.

This was something I had come to appreciate about Bard. More than once I had stumbled upon him at the end of a taxing day, sitting alone on the steps to the servant's entrance with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette in hand. No words would be spoken, his stubbled smile and extended cigarette invitation enough. Those times I would settle in beside him, gladly accepting the rare indulgence of the cigarette, taking a long draw before passing it back. And that is how we would pass the time until the nub was discarded somewhere amongst the gravel drive and the last drop of whiskey drunk. Then one of us would rise- sometimes him, sometimes me- wishing the other a quiet "good night" before leaving the other to their thoughts and the stars.

From beside me, Bard cleared his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets after the others disappeared from sight around the corner of the building.

"Thanks for askin' me to come with you."

"Well, I would be lying if I said my motivations were entirely altruistic." I admitted with a cheeky grin. "Sebastian was making a bit of a fuss over me going by myself. So I was hoping if you escorted me, he would let the matter go."

"An' here I was thinkin' you were askin' me 'cause you liked my exceptional company."

Bard gave me a playful nudge as we stepped out from the alley, our mutual laughter joining the sounds of the street before us.

"To be fair, I considered your company an unintended, pleasant result of my choice."

He guffawed, his eyes dancing with mirth before taking hold of my hand, preparing to lead us through an opening in the moving traffic of carriages and pedestrians.

"I'm flattered."

With a tug, he pulled me forward, both of us still laughing as we sprinted across the street. We stumbled onto the footpath, drawing several reproving stares from some passersby, but we paid them no mind.

"Too posh for their own good." Bard mumbled with a grin.

It was a short distance from where we had crossed to the entrance of the tea shoppe. It was a quaint building with a charming brick front that contrasted nicely with the white trimmed windows. Even from outside, the sounds of muted conversation and the heavenly scent of tea and pastries wafted from the windows and doors, which had been opened due to the August afternoon's heat.

"But in all seriousness, Sarah, I know Sebastian cares about you an' all, but he's a bit of a smellfungus*, don't ya think?"

My lips twitched with a repressed smile, pulling my gloves off as I slipped by him, who had paused to let me enter the shoppe before him and quipped, "I agree, though I haven't decided how to tell him that yet."

Bard opened his mouth to respond, but instead nodded in acknowledgement toward the greeter when she welcomed us and directed us to sit at whatever table we chose.

"The one by the window, please." I said, pointing to the one remaining table that sat beside the middle window.

He nodded again and led the way to the table, with me following close behind.

"I'm serious, though," he continued once we were comfortably seated, his voice lowering as he leaned toward me from his seat across the table, "I don't like to tell people how their relationships should work, but Sebastian's got to loosen the reins a bit. You're a Silencer now. 'Sides, you're a grown woman an' I've seen your work with a gun. You can hold your own."

Our conversation paused when a waitress came by to take our orders- Bard opting for a simple Earl Grey with no cream or sugar, while I chose to have the cherry blossom tea Angelina had been raving about with some plain biscuits- before flitting away as quickly as she had come.

Sighing heavily, I slumped back in my seat and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"In his defense, he has had to save my life on more than one occasion," quickly adding when he shot me a disapproving look, "However, I do agree with you. Sebastian has always underestimated my capabilities. And it is time he fully acknowledges them."

A rare, wickedly proud smile lit Bard's face at my words, completely ignoring the waitress when she returned with our order.

"Now that's the Sarah I saw with the Queen today."

I grinned sheepishly, my cheeks warming, his compliment making my stomach flip with excitement. However, I offered no response save to occupy myself with the tea. After a few minutes with nothing shared between us, save for sipping our respective beverages, it became apparent that we had eased into comfortable silence once more.

My mind drifted to nothing in particular. Rather, I slipped into a pleasant, detached state of mind- only partially registering the game a group of children were playing across the way. All the anxieties from the day washed away with each drink I took, the light floral scent and flavor delighting my senses. Even the traffic along the cobblestone street had slowed, the lack of rattling carriages only adding to the serenity of the moment.

How long I relaxed like that, I was unsure. But what felt like ages later, my ears perked at the cawing of a crow that landed on the rooftop of the Funtom shoppe, followed by a familiar tune and rhyme. My gaze roamed down to where the children continued to play, holding one another's hands and spinning around in a circle, their small voices echoing across the street as they sang,

"One crow for malice,

Two for mirth,

Three for a funeral,

Four for birth.

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a story that should never be told.

Eight for heaven,

Nine for hell,

Ten to the devil wherever he may dwell."

As if prompted by the children's song, more caws sounded when the rhyme ended. Glancing back up, a chill settled in my stomach when I realized nine more crows had joined the one I had seen before.

What an odd coincidence. I thought as they took flight, their cries of objection sounding at whatever had spooked them before disappearing from sight.

Shaking such superstitious thoughts from my head, I turned back to Bard, about to ask what he thought of his tea. However, the question of idle conversation died when I caught the familiar drowning sorrow in his glistening eyes. My heart twisted with his pain and I hesitantly reached out my hand, longing to comfort him. He swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing and chin quivering as he continued to watch on.

After Mey-Rin's pregnancy scare, he had confessed that another reason he had secretly hoped she might be carrying their child was he wanted a chance to atone for his past mistakes. Whether that was for a child he had before he came to serve at the Phantomhive manor or someone else's, he never said. However, there was always an unmistakable air of sorrow, of guilt he carried whenever he was around young children.

"Bard." I called softly, resting my hand on his.

He jumped and whipped his attention back to me, chest heaving in surprise.

I offered a soft smile and squeezed his hand. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he answered quickly, recoiling his hand from mine. Though his voice shook and he audibly sniffed as he dug through his pockets with frantic interest, "Yeah- um- I'm going to...I need a smoke."

"I understand."

With that, he rose to his feet, explaining, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Then he left.

I watched him, his steps hurried- urgent almost- as he walked past the window and toward the alley located to the right side of the building.

Everyone has their demons. My father had said. But some cling closer than others.

"Demons" were something everyone in the Phantomhive household knew all too well. Even Tanaka, as tight-lipped as he was, had them. That was one of the few things I was sure of when it came to the house steward. Each of us had things that haunted us in the middle of the night, when we were alone and it was dark and far too quiet. Things that, if we allowed them to, would swallow us whole and consume us, body and soul.

But sometimes those demons can only be fought on our own. So, even though my heart yearned to comfort Bard while he battled his, I remained planted in my seat and finished my tea and biscuits in peace. Because some demons cannot be defeated. We can only learn to coexist with them.

"Pardon me, miss." A soft, feminine voice said.

I paused in my search of my coin purse for payment and looked up to find the greeter from earlier standing by the table.

"Yes?"

"I am sorry to bother you, but there is a gentleman standing outside who says he believes he found your glove."

My brows furrowed, and I glanced over to where I had set my gloves on the table to find there was only one.

I must have dropped it when we came in.

"Thank you." I said, fishing out the remaining balance and handing it to her before she could walk away. "This is for the tea."

Rising, I smoothed out my skirt, leaning as I did so to catch a glimpse of this allegedly kind stranger. Unfortunately, from my current angle, I couldn't see any more than the corner of his suit. I groaned internally, wishing yet again that I had been allowed to carry my guns today. However, having such weapons in the presence of Her Majesty was strictly forbidden.

So, begrudgingly, I made my way toward the door, keeping my gaze trained on the windows I passed for any further details I could gather before I approached him.

Hopefully Bard will be done soon and I won't have to face him alone.

Interest sparked when I caught a better glimpse of him from the second to last window. He was tall, though shorter than Sebastian, and more sturdily built. His broad shoulders spoke of strength and he held himself with an air of one who was used to commanding power.

My gaze flitted around him. He appeared to be alone. There were no nearby potential allies, at least none that I could see.

Still wish I had my guns.

Though only a moment later my worries were swept from my mind like chalk from a blackboard when I caught the first hints of citrus in the air. I took another deep breath, the refreshing scent that perfumed the air loosening the cord of tension that had wound my body tight. It was a pleasing, but curious effect, similar to that of Sebastian's scent. And I made a mental note to ask for a cup of the exquisite smelling tea after my glove had been returned to me.

My heart thrilled with anticipation as I glanced out the last window. His face was still concealed, but from the sharp jawline that was evident even under his closely shaven beard, I knew he had striking features.

Taking another deep breath, I stepped into the doorway.

Warmth instantly flooded my cheeks, quickly spreading to my neck and ears as I got the first complete look at him.

He was breathtaking. The sunlight caught the strands of gold in his dark blond hair, casting him in an almost angelic glow. I took a faltering step toward him when he caught sight of me, his handsome face lighting with joy. His presence was both stunning and alluring and I found myself torn between halting to admire him or drawing closer.

Perhaps Sebastian did have cause to worry. I thought, deciding on the former when his full lips spread with a brilliant grin and he extended my glove toward me. This was quite unlike me, but I was smitten.

"You are too kind." I said with a smile, stopping before him.

My fingers trembled as I reached out, a shiver slithering down my spine when they brushed against the palm of his open hand to retrieve the glove.

"Thank you."

Fingers with strangely colored nails curled around my hand, drawing it up to his lips, his entrancing blue eyes never leaving mine as he pressed a chaste kiss to my knuckles.

"The pleasure is all mine." The deep, honeyed bass of his voice answered.

I jolted.

Ice froze my veins. My world tilted.

That voice. I thought. I'd never forget that voice.

"I have been waiting for this day for so long."

Orange and cedar.

Screams.

Blood.

Violence.

A voice. A voice, but never a face.

A voice that both freed me and bound me to hell forever.

My eyes widened in terror, frantic heart beating painfully against my ribs. Breathing hurt, but I couldn't get enough air.

I wanted to run. I wanted to fight. But I was frozen, pinned to that spot by his piercing gaze. Unable to do anything except to croak out a singular, terrified word…

"Father."

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Author's Note:

Please feel free to scream in the review section. ;)

As for the notes for this chapter:

1. Smellfungus: A fault-finder, a disagreeable curmudgeon who finds fault in everything

2. Also, to learn more about pockets in pre-1900's fashion, please check out a video by Bernadette Banner titled "Women's Pockets Weren't Always a Complete Disgrace". All I have to say is we were robbed.

As always, I just wanted to take another moment to thank you for reading this chapter. Please leave a review if you would like. I can't wait to see what you all thought!