87 Stealing the forbidden fruit- Part 3 (1/2)

Both Heidi and Lettice went to the Isle valley with the two guards Rhys sent who were following them from a good distance. Lettice was a regular customer of the store they were in right now, as she rummaged through several dresses.

Heidi who had taken a seat, looked down at her hand, running her fingers over the bruise that was in the process of disappearing. At one side her relationship with Nicholas had turned into a secretive weather of spring and on the other side, her relationship with Warren had turned sour after the little argument that took place the day they visited Duke Wilford's manor.

Unlike Nicholas who had noticed the bruise, Warren had turned a blind eye to it. Like his mother he expected her to be next to him, he didn't say it out loud but she had noticed the disagreeable look he had when either Mr. Rufus or the lord was around her, or any male in general. It made her suspect if he knew about her feelings for the lord, which she doubted he did because she had been extremely cautious from the beginning in concealing her emotions. It seemed that Warren and Heidi didn't hold and share the same thoughts as the other. The Lawson's considered the slaves beneath them, most of the vampire and the human families considered it so it shouldn't have come as a shock. Yet she hadn't expected the Warren who was a kind gentleman to hold her hand in a death grip to stop her from uttering a word in favor of the slaves.

”What do you think about this? I think it suits your skin and figure,” Lettice interrupted her thoughts.

”It looks good,” Heidi looked at the dress which Lettice held in her hands.

”Really? We can pick something else if you want,” the young woman said, her mossy green eyes looking at Heidi. Both the women had come in search of dresses for the grand ball that was going to take place in Bonelake.

”No. This is fine. How big is the grand ball?” Heidi enquired.

”I haven't attended it myself but with what I heard it is no less than a masquerade ball with all the important men and women from every part of the empire come and gather to celebrate the vampire culture.”

”Vampire culture?” She didn't know something as such existed.

”So I have heard,” she handed back the two dresses to the woman so that it could be packed.

Lettice wanted to fix the pendant of her necklace and she went inside the store while Heidi decided to wait for her from outside. She looked at the vampires and vampiresses walking up and down the streets of the town in their expensive clothes. There were some who flaunted their slaves like jewellery, dragging the slaves by thick chains. Unknowingly she walked few steps away from the store where Lettice was still inside when her back hit someone.

”I am sorry,” she was quick to apologize.

By the annoyed expression of the man it seemed like he was about to say something before it registered who it was and he bowed his head.

”Don't worry, Lady Curtis,” Heidi raised her brows in question. Did she know him? He was a buff man, with scars on his face. His clothes were refined but his eyes didn't give the same feeling. He did seem familiar, ”I should have seen where I was going. Unfortunately, this little thing has been giving me a lot of trouble,” he said yanking the slave by the chain who appeared no more than ten.

”That's, alright,” she said looking back and forth at the slave and then the man.