DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 31- A Birds Cage

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If there was one person in this world that Jennie would trust, it would be Lydia Claymore. Bright-eyed and with more energy than her tiny body could muster, Lydia had been in Jennie's lives for as long as they could remember.

"When I heard from your horrid aunt that a proposal letter was sent to you, I just knew I had to come right away, Jen !" Lydia gushed out. She grasped the hands of her dear friend and pulled her close.

"If you've been kidnapped blink twice," she hurried out, in a low and serious voice.

Jennie took a slight pause, before laughing a bit. Lydia always knew how to brighten her mood. She pulled her hands back from Lydia, only for the latter to grab her forearms.

"Even if I can't shoot a gun to save my life, I will put my livelihood on the line for you, Jen," Lydia added on, in a breathless voice from talking so much. She held onto Jennie for dear life, for the young girl meant that much to her.

Lydia Claymore's parents would wreak havoc when they discovered she had snuck out of their enormous condo just to spend time with Jennie. Being the daughter of the old-money Claymore family, she was taught to be demure and docile. Her father, Duke Claymore had always emphasized that, but Lydia never learned.

"Liddy," Jennie softly laughed. "I'm fine."

Lydia refused to believe that. She pulled her beloved friend into the room and closed the doors behind them. With a slight pout, she tugged on Jennie's arm.

"Besides," Jennie gently teased. "I still remember the time you held a gun and it suddenly stopped working."

Lydia gasped at the unpleasant memory. She had curiously tested out one of her father's guns, and somehow, the damn device stopped working!

"That's not true—"

"You jammed the trigger by simply puling it," Jennie teased.

"It was one time!"

"Two times," Jennie corrected.

"Two times!" Lydia exasperated, holding up two fingers.

"And they were your Father's priceless collections."

Lydia sulked. She remembered the lengthy lecture he had given her about sneaking into his gun storage.

"Father owns one of the largest armament manufacturing companies in the world! Just two guns should be fine..." Lydia mumbled.

"Two guns out of the ten you broke—"

"It's not my fault!" Lydia cried out. "It's the gun's fault for always having a problem whenever I try to use it."

Jennie quietly laughed, her eyes crinkling with mirth, but she hid it behind a hand— much to Lydia's dismay.

"Alright, alright," she chided like an older sister towards her younger siblings' long rants.

Jennie pulled her sleeves to her fingers and began to gingerly wipe the dirt away from Lydia's face. "You and your dramatics," she loudly sighed.

Lydia stayed still, like an adoring pet, whilst Jennie cleaned the dirt from her face. She thought it was a great drawing that would bring a smile to her Jen. It certainly did. There was a wisp of a smile on Jennie's soft, peony lips.

" Jen," Lydia cheerfully called out. "You'd tell me everything. Right?"

Jennie tilted her head. She had finally gotten the dirt off of Lydia's face when the unexpected question was tossed at her.