Hello again, lovelies! I'm currently at a trampoline parks with my siblings and I'm bored. Before any of you guys ask, no I decided not to jump because I don't find these attractions fun anymore. I'm more of an amusement park kind of girl with large rollarcoasters and fast rides of such and not jumping around on trampolines. I'll leave that up to my siblings. ANYWAYS! Onto another chapter, lovelies!
Layla sat bundled up on a chair with a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. She was back at the parlor with Under hovering over her with an expression of worry with his lower half of his face, his lips pressed in a firm line and the curtain that was his hair still covered his eyes.
"Honestly, Layla, darling," Under cooed. He brushed a gray sleeve over her head.
"I'm fine," Layla murmured. In truth, she was shaken. She could've have died and on top of that, there was the concern of the butler who stood in the corner beside his little master.
"If it wasn't for Sebastian and Ciel, you would have been a drink!" Under feigned a fake gesture of disgust with his sleeve covering his mouth.
Ciel rolled his eye. "Enough of that nonsense, Undertaker," he glared. "We have more pressing matters to attend to."
Under wrinkled his nose and pointed a crooked nail at the singular coffin on the floor. "If you're talking about that ill nobody, take his body to the queen. There is no use of it staying in my parlor."
Ciel clicked his tongue. "That is not the problem," he waved a gloved hand towards his butler. "If you will."
Sebastian tilted his head. "There is a belief that Erik Gordon, known as Dracula may have had an accomplice. We believe it is a woman going by the Blood Countess but we are not quite sure. She hasn't committed any murders or sorts but the queen has evidence that she was working with Dracula."
"So you're saying that you have no idea if she even exists?" Layla shot them an incredulous look from her huddled spot. "That is far fetched and second guessing."
Ciel shot a hard glare at Layla. "Stay out of this."
Layla opened her mouth to retort when a long sleeved arm shot out and place a large hand on top of the boy's head.
To someone else, it would have looked like a friendly gesture if one was not accounting Under's smile and Sebastian's knife pressed against his throat.
"Please, unhand my young master," Sebastian said with the upmost calm.
"Watch what he says about Layla," Under seconded.
Ciel rolled his eye and knocked Under's hand away. "Bafoons, the lot of you."
"Ah," Under raised a finger, making his way around to stand behind Layla. "But we are all fools for working in the night, my lord."
The young earl flicked his gaze towards the tiny woman. "That is not a conversation that is for the miss."
Layla scoffed. "Says the chi-" she cut off with a hard yelp when Under wrapped a finger around a lock of honey colored hair and yanked. "Under!" Layla reached back to swat at his hand. He did not let go but after reached up and rubbed the irritated scalp. "That hurt," she grumbled, burying the lower half of her face underneath the blanket. Her head was hurting from the times Dracula had yanked her hair and having Under tugging on her hair was not helping at all.
Under grinned and to make it up to her, he carefully sectioned off her honey colored hair into thirds and started to braid it it, taking extra care to be gentle.