DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 25 - Oldest Pure-Bred

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"Alright, spit it out," Lisa demanded. "What did you tell Addison's daughter?"

Lisa didn't waste time. She went straight to the point. She had all the patience in the world for Jennie, but when it was about her, there was none.

Lisa had walked all the way from the castle to the Magician Tower, each step of the way, instead of speed walking here. She didn't need her to expect her presence and conjure an excuse.

"If only you were as obsessed with ruling as you are with that ruby," the older woman murmured.

She sat in a fancy chair by the window, sipping a cup of tea. From here, she could see everyone that entered and left the castle. Her long, white hair elegantly flowed down her back. As one of the oldest Pure-Breds in the entire world, she could remain youthful forever. But it took too much of a toll to maintain her beauty, thus she opted for this appearance.

There were times her beauty would glimmer and her youth was revealed. She aged like fine wine, the older she grew, the more beautiful she was.

"Grandmother," Lisa growled.

"Oh my, are we calling each other by useless titles now? Alright, I suppose I'll go back to calling you Little Brat," the older woman mused.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw something interesting. A rat was hurrying down the backdoor leading to the palace.

She simply turned a blind eye to it. Someone will get rid of the rat later. She had no doubt the ill-tempered queen would become an Exterminator soon.

Letting out a small sigh, she continued to sip the tea.

"Don't glare at my tea as if you're going to poison it, and if you are, use the most lethal one please."

Finally, she lifted her eyes to her irritating Granddaughter. Lisa's scowl reminded her of her unruly son. Like father, like daughter, they were obsessed with their wife. Well, that is, before his father nearly murdered the entire family.

"What is it?" she teased. "Don't tell me you'll throw a temper tantrum, Little Brat."

She checked her wristwatch. "If so, you should've told me in advance. I would've prepared some priceless vases, lovely picture frames, and more furniture for you to smash."

The older woman touched the small locket, engraved with the initials of her name and her late husband's. D.L for Dorothy Luxton. It had been so long since she used her maiden name, that she had forgotten it.

Seeing her less than amused expression, she let out another wistful sigh. Dorothy missed the days Lisa would accompany her in mischief. Perhaps she spoiled her too much.

"Alright, alright." She gestured for Lisa to take a seat.

Lisa pressed her lips together. Her Grandmother was sipping tea, not knowing how much she had shaken up the innocent Jennie.

"What did you tell her?" she commanded in a low and dangerous voice.

"Now, now I didn't teach you to threaten people, especially after you barged into their place," her Grandmother chided. She motioned towards the empty seat beside her.

Ignoring Lisa's aggravation, and how easily she could snap her neck, she continued to drink from her teacup. It was sweet, yet bitter, much like her life.

She remembered when Lisa was just a snot-faced baby. She snickered at the memory of when she could tease her and she could do nothing but brood and sulk.