The Sacred Seven

Chapter 17 - Another

The witch contently took a seat by her dressing table, taking off the remaining jewellery. She couldn't help the evil grin that had formed on her face, but it dropped just as fast when the door suddenly flew open.

"What are you doing here?" Lillith snapped, recognizing the intruder immediately.

"I spoke to Tom's slaves," the witch said. "They said you did quite a murder scene."

"I don't know what you are talking about," the heiress replied, turning around to face the mirror instead.

The witch confidently strode over to her bed, flinging herself into the sheets.

That's when it hit her.

"Slaves?"

Lillith watched as she played with an empty bottle. The antidote.

"It's a nice scent," she stated, smelling the empty container. "The lemons I mean."

"It's a grapefruit."

"Oh, my bad."

Lillith narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"What do you want from me?"

The red head gazed at her, her emerald eyes squinted in doubt, before she started laughing like a maniac. Lillith frowned at the sudden change of her heart, deeply disturbed by her behaviour.

It seemed like everyone grew insane the past few hours.

"Oh my, you are amazing!" she hollered. "I have never seen anyone wipe that stupid smirk off my cousin's face so fast! And I'm here for two centuries already!"

Lillith couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Cousin?"

"But of course, who did you think he was?"

Lillith avoided her eyes, feeling quite embarrassed of her previous assumptions.

"No!" the red head exclaimed, her face twisting in repulsion. "Don't tell me, that you thought I was his whore or something!"

She made a gagging sound at the idea.

"Wait, how are you not upset?"

"Upset? For what? I tried to poison that fucker multiple times and it never worked."

Lillith's mouth flew open.

"You did?"

"But of course! Don't take me wrong, I love him, but I do hate him sometimes too. Especially when he was a kid. He was so annoying. He never let go of the superior façade. It was getting on my nerves."

Lillith was speechless.

"Hold on, I might barf at the imaginary of what you said."

"I-"

"Wait, no, I'm good."

The red head jumped back onto her feet, advancing towards her princess.

"Lyra Riddle. It is my pleasure," she smiled cheekily, holding out a hand for her to shake. "We can skip the formalities, right? You're basically my sister-in-law too."

She didn't know how to react.

"I-sure, of course."

She shook her hand, dumbfounded.

"Wait, so, if he is you're his cousin, then-"

"Yes, Mattheo and Gabriel are my baby brothers."

"Oh."

There was a moment of awkward silence as everything settled down.

"All right," Lyra grinned, pursing her lips. "I should probably go check on him like the lovely relative I am."

Lillith's face fell.

"So, he-"

"Yes. He's going to be all right in no time."

The heiress gritted her teeth.

"I see why he chose you."

"What?"

"You are fierce and cold," Lyra smirked, backing away from her. "And my cousin loves a good challenge...But you shouldn't put such stunt again Lillith," she told her with a genuinely concerned voice, grasping the door handle. "I have already taunted the slaves for being so serious about the matter and very gladly reminded them of my own attempts. The atmosphere is much lighter now but be careful. Next time, it might end up very wrong."

"Why do you call them slaves?"

Lyra grinned before she closed the door behind her, leaving the heiress alone for the rest of the day.

"Are they not?"