He is the reaper of souls...
He is my moving shadow.
He is the darkness swelling inside me.
He is my black soul.
But he will save me.
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Sebastian Michaelis was known for his schemes-he was known as the devil hidden in the night-but he will not s...
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Episode 28 - Her Butler, Done with Waiting
"Are you all packed, my lord?" Sebastian said then, standing next to me.
His lips immediately parted when he gazed down at what I was holding.
The pillow he left me the night he died, I was holding it, staring down at it. "It was a clue, wasn't it?" I said then, lashes lowering as I ran my finger along the bloodstain. "That you were still alive?"
He stared down at it for a moment but smiled. "Indeed, it was."
"You gave the letter to Cammie after your 'death,'" I said then. "You gave me this pillow after you were stabbed, as well. This blood... is yours."
His smile softened. "Indeed, master, it is."
I just set the pillow down onto the bed and gazed up at him. "Do not do that again, understand? That's an order."
"Do what again?" he said then.
My anger faltered then, and I shrank back into myself while looking away. "Don't... scare me like that. I actually thought you were gone."
He just watched me.
I shoved my bag against his chest. "I'm ready. Let's go."
He lightly took the bag from me and smiled, but I just walked past him and made my way out the door.
But my wrist was caught, and I was shoved back into the room.
I yelped and stumbled backward, colliding with the mattress seconds later.
When I got up, Sebastian just closed the door, setting my back down beside it.
"Excuse me?" I said then, glaring. "Since when can you handle your master like that?"
"We can spare a couple minutes. The ship hasn't docked yet." He just gazed up at me with a sinister smile, and my face paled a little.
Uh, oh.
He stepped back over to the bed, and I scrambled further onto it.
"You don't want to soil your gloves again," I stated, shrinking away.
