"Ahn!" I cried, arching my back. "Sebastian, not so hard!"
He remained behind me, a low smile crossing his face. "You can handle everything, but you can't handle this, my lord?"
"It's too big!" I told him, breathing shakily. "I can't!"
He just ch...
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Episode 5 Continued - The Mark of the Eye
Why did Sebastian put me in such a mess? Ugh... well, I might as well have my fun, while I was at it.
"For dinner we have a pork stew topped with steamed rice," Sebastian stated, setting the last plate down in front of me, "made with fresh pork from the butcher and pulled to get a very thin shred feel. The rice is made with fresh grain and has been boiled in water with cumin seed, salt, and pepper. After the meal, dessert is served with a freshly made key lime pie. Which was made with real lime and cream from our localized dairy market. Please, enjoy."
As we all started eating, Sebastian remained at my side, hands behind his back.
"So, Yumi, dear," grandma said, smiling softly, "I have been very patient, waiting for you to explain that wound of yours."
I just set my fork down, sighing. "My sister gave me this."
Grandmama blinked, brows drawing together. "She did, did she?"
"Indeed," I nodded, picking up my fork and taking a bite, "she says it was an accident and that she'd never do it again. And I believe her."
I felt Sebastian start shaking from next to me, and I knew that he was trying not to laugh.
He knew very well that I held grudges, and I was lying through my teeth.
"Why'd she do it?" my cousin, Jamison said as she smiled. "Did you do something to make her angry?"
I just lowered my lashes. "I don't know. She just struck at me, and the next thing I knew, I was bleeding."
Matilda just cracked her teeth, glaring.
"If you don't mind, master," Sebastian said to me, leaning down. "There's something I must do. I shall be back in a few minutes."
Ah, buying time. Just like him.
"Alright, Sebastian. Do what you want."
He then left, leaving through the kitchen doors.
We all started enjoying our dinner quietly, but I noticed my grandmother tapping her fingers against the table impatiently.
She then gazed up, lashes lowering. "Yumi, you're just like your father." She smiled and shook her head as my cousins gazed up in question. "You're intelligent, you know that?"
"Mama?" I said then, brows drawing together.
"Mama, what are you talking about?" my aunt said, brows drawing together.
My grandmother just smiled at me, shaking her head. "Yumi, dear, I know you're faking. You've been doing it for quite some time, I found, and I originally played along, but I know this is all an act."
I set my fork down, drying my mouth with a napkin.
"What are you saying?" Jamison said, scoffing. "What act?"
