Chapter 538 - Mulciber Citadel Ⅲ (2/2)

The guests continue to arrive such as the Goyle's, Crabbe, and more until at last Damian perks up at seeing a familiar figure that of his once upon a time so called friend, Evan Avery. The more somber, and newly widowed young man approaches accompanied by the figure of his father, Avery Sr.

Stepping out to greet the Avery's before his father can, Damian bows deeply and says, ”Welcome Avery's, and it is good to see you again, my friend. Might I take your son away, Mr. Avery and catch up on old times?”

”You may,” Avery Sr. replied, but not without sending a warning glance at his son to take care.

Evan hides his reluctance as he bows to Mulciber Sr. before following after his once so-called friend, Damian Mulciber. As they walk down the hall, they greet others with brief head nods, before finding an empty corridor which to speak in. Out of earshot of the rest of the guests, Evan grimly says, ”And just what is that you want, Damian? It certainly is not to catch on old times as I have been home for some time now.”

Damian idly glances at his nails as he mutters, ”Did you enjoy my belated wedding gift, Evan?”

Evan's face instantly becomes wary. ”What gift?!”

”The Babylon candle, of course.”

”There was no such gift, Damian.”

”Are you so certain, Evan?”

Evan opens his mouth to speak as his eyes begin to bulge at a sudden realization, before he pales in horror. ”You,” Evan's voice trembled in rage. ”It was you!” Before grabbing Damian by the collar and slamming into the hallway.

”Remove your hands off my person, this very instant, Evan,” Damian dangerously said. ”This is Mulciber Citadel and not Avery Hall. You would do well to remember that as I am in my full right to do so.”

Evan forces his hand to remove his painful grip and take a step back as Damian smacks his hand away. ”Don't ever touch me like that again, Evan! I won't be so kind next time.”

”Kind?” Evan barked. ”You killed my wife!”

”Truth be told I didn't have a preference,” Damian snickered as he rubbed his reddened neck. ”However, I must admit the drama was most delicious.”

”Are you mad?” Evan said in blatant disbelief. ”Why would you do such a thing?”

Damian flashed Evan a terrible grin. ”You owed me, a Prince, and you failed to keep your end of the bargain, Evan. I thought that naturally a payment with interest was in order.”

Evan's hand reaches for his wand at his waist, before forcing his hand away. Hiding his anger and pain through clenched teeth says, ”Do not approach me, and my family again, Damian. I will abide by the rules of courtesy tonight, but I will not do so next time.”

”Mm, is that all?” Damian muttered as if bored, but with a great deal of relish and enjoyment at seeing the pain on Evan's face. ”I expected so much more out of you, Evan. At least some shouting or a screaming match to liven things up for a bit.”

Evan trembles with barely suppressed anger, before replying in a frigid voice. ”Don't forget yourself, Damian. I am an Avery, and unlike your father, my father has a larger circle of friends. And we have tied ourselves to several powerful households, which your family lacks. You would do well to remember that,” before storming away back to his father.

Damian snarls after Evan's retreating figure and shames the vase at his side into smithereens. He had not revealed the truth of that summer night out of pure madness even if admittedly he did relish the opportunity to do so, but rather had done so in an attempt to force Evan's to break the law of courtesy. It had not worked, and now the Avery's position was unshakable in connection to the Prince's and the Shafiq family. He would just have to try harder next time, and if need be, he would go after Evan's heart, (his son).