Chapter 64 - Who Do You Think You Are? (1/2)

His blood ran cold.

Whatever else Victor said, Marcel didn't hear any of it because he hurried over to the window and looked down. One couldn't imagine the relief that went through him when all he saw on the ground was the fireplace poker and not Arianna's body.

He released a fleeting breath, leaning against the wall while his hand came to press on his forehead. Now he wasn't panicking, it came to his mind that the window in his room had bars while the veranda door was sealed meaning that Arianna couldn't get access to the outside.

But then, what the hell was she doing? She smashed his window with a fire poker for christ's sake.

At once, Marcel pushed off the wall, planning to go check up on what she was doing only for Victor to block his path.

”You don't have to go there. I'm sure she just wants to get your attention,” Victor said to him in a hurry, seeing that Marcel was not slowing down anytime soon.

”Out of the way, Victor,” Marcel sidestepped him as if he wasn't there in the first place.

”This is why I hate drama queens,” Victor cursed under his breath yet followed after him.

He didn't trust that Arianna girl and had to make sure she didn't place a spell on Marcel or something.

Victor, the guardian, followed his cousin to the third floor and upon getting to the entrance of the room, he saw Marcel freeze and that was for a good reason.

Victor gulped when he saw that water was leaking into the passageway even with the door closed and he could only guess the disaster that Arianna created inside. Someone was in deep shit.

Slowly, almost dramatically, Marcel unlocked the door and more water poured into the passage as soon as it was opened.

Marcel didn't move, he stayed as still as a statue and when Victor peered over his shoulder to see the disaster Arianna created, a shocked gasp left his lips. What the fuck? Was she crazy?

The water in the room was touching their ankle and all the ruined items in the room were beginning to float. As if that wasn't enough, one of Marcel's beloved super expensive Calvin Klein t-shirts floated along and Victor said a silent prayer for her soul.

Perhaps, he had been worrying too much, because he was sure as hell that Marcel would kill that spoiled brat now.

As if that wasn't enough, Victor watched Arianna, the culprit of this disaster, seated on the bed with her leg thrown over the other while Marcel's odd yet newest pet rested on her thigh. She looked nonchalance, none of this bothered her - because she created it. The nerve.

”Well, hello, look who decided to visit,” she purred, a victorious glint in her eyes while she stroked Redhead's furs.

Marcel didn't say a word yet his gaze was enough to pulverize anything in his path. He just kept looking around all the properties he had lost in a twinkle of an eye. No one could tell what Marcel had in mind but it wasn't something good.

Marcel took a step forward and it almost seemed the ground quaked in Victor's mind. He took another step and the world shook.

Oh no, as much as he didn't like Arianna, he would not be the one to clean up what was left of her after Marcel was done with her.

At once, he put himself in front of Marcel, a hand on his chest intending to stop him, ”Come on Marcel, turn around. She's not worth it,” He shook his head as if to prove his point.

”Leave,” Marcel told him.

”Marcel, listen to me -”

”Leave now!” Marcel thundered this time, his gaze so fiery when he looked into his eyes.

Victor's hand fell and he gave Arianna one long pitiful look before he took his leave. He tried his best and Arianna's death would not be on him.

She caused it all.

Victor shut the door on his way out - he didn't want to hear her screams when Marcel skinned her alive.

Even when Victor left, Arianna didn't show a trace of fear - or maybe she was trying hard not to, especially now his gaze was becoming frightening akin to a furious beast. Her head tilted to the side mockingly; she didn't regard Marcel's presence.

Arianna was taking a huge gamble and there were only two results in the end - her death or Marcel acknowledging her right here. Fortunately, she was not afraid of her death, Elijah would be safe at least.