Wilting Violet (Heirs Series 1.00)

Chapter Six Prices

October 15, 2015, 12:31 pm, Violet's POV

    "Wake." It comes from near me, and I wake up with a shot and then rapidly blink at the bright sunlight.

    "I overslept!" I exclaim, then try to scramble out of my bed, but a heavy hand prevents me from doing more than sit up, and I look up at Camile. Then stop moving and keep a careful eye on him.

    "I put a sleeping draught in your water," Camile casually admits to drugging me during dinner, and I blink at him. Then I nod, not knowing what to do for him, staring at me.

    "Eat," Camile says, lifting a tray from the dresser onto my lap. I examine the mug of some yogurt drink, buttered toast, and jelly.

    "You just admitted to secretly drugging me," I remind him, and he doesn't reply but instead grabs a glass of water, breaks something in it, and then places it on the bed tray.

    "Who said it was a secret?" He snorts, and I give him an unimpressed look.

    "Wait, you're speaking," I say in realization, and he gives me the same unimpressed look back.

    "When I feel like it," Camile acknowledges, and I nod.

    "Not eating." He reminds me.

    "Still drugging," I respond, and he raises his eyebrow.

    "We're alone." Camile threatens, and my blood runs cold.

    "Not worried. I don't deserve your touch," I say, picking up the homemade bread and putting jelly on it.

    "No." Camile agrees, and I rub the jelly on harder and decide to ignore him as he does me.

     "My girls work hard to please me first. You haven't," Camile says, and I choke on my bread and cough hard. Camile holds out the drugged water, and I push it away, trying to breathe. He watches me while holding out the water, but I grab the yogurt drink instead.

    "Pity," Camile says and sets the water down.

    "How?" I say, and he smiles as if delighted.

    "That you're so naïve to think the entire meal wasn't drugged," Camile says seriously after I finish the first piece of toast and yogurt drink. I glare at him, grab the water, and chug it down, which hits my stomach like a rock, and I immediately regret it.

    "Got you," Camile taunts, and I genuinely debate hitting him in the eye with the empty glass.

    "Why are you talking to me? Surely I don't deserve that either." I say, and Camile's lips twitch.

    "So mad, aren't you," Camile says, then shakes his head.

    "It is not good to make our girl sick," Camile answers and then takes the tray after I finish the last piece of bread and takes the blanket away from me.

    "There wasn't a Ritual last night." I say, and Camile nods, 'he better nod. He was the one who knocked me out.'

    "No." Camile agrees, lifts the soft teddy dress, and rubs my stomach in a gentle circle. I watch the hand confused and then tense up when his hand goes lower to my panty-covered mound.

    "Leonard dressed you," Camile says, and I nod, but he isn't asking.

    "Your Daddy wouldn't put you in this," Camile says, and I look at him, startled.

    "No, my Father would die," I retort, and Camile snorts.

    "Not your Father, Cindy. Your Daddy left very detailed instructions." Camile says, and my eyes remain narrowed as I try to figure out what he is talking about.