Into the Light

Chapter Three: Meeting the Nosy Businessman

"The Master says you may come in—," the page rushed over in front of Larmina, only to stop and see her puffy, swollen eyes. "Is everything alright Miss Genalee?"

She snapped her head up at the boy and glared, daring him to question her again. The boy took it as a sign and smartly stepped back.

"Everything is fine," she snapped and stood up quickly.

"Okay, right this way then." The page began leading her through the pathways and to the main entrance, guarded by pillars and two more security guards crossing their broad chests. Larmina couldn't resist smirking at the two, who looked shocked at her arrival.

"Back again so soon Mina?" One guard chuckled at her when they appeared in sight.

She gasped as she walked towards them, rage seething through her veins. Any flower within a two feet diameter of her, literally died.

"How dare you call me by my name." She hissed as she finally reached her destination. She stepped into the guard who spoke's face and said softly with a warning, "Next time you do that, I will rip your head off and throw it off a cliff."

He smiled devilishly at her and reached his hand out to touch her face. The other hand sliding around her waist and running up and down her exposed back as she gasped. He softly and slowly ran the back of his knuckles down her pale cheek, over and over again. "You're so pretty," he said very sensuously that made shivers run down her spine. He leaned in closer than to her comfort, murmuring, "I wonder—,"

Larmina glanced once at the hand on her cheek from the corner of her eyes and no words needed to be said. With one swift motion, she forcefully took it with her hands and twisted it hard.

That would be very hard to twist a security guard's arm for a normal lady, but again, Lamina was no lady.

The guard squealed in pain and dropped to his knees, clutching his hurt arm.

She leaned down to whisper into the guard's ear very calmly. "Next time you look at me, talk to me, whisper at me, touch me in any way, or even dare to breathe in my direction, I will have your head on a plate. Do you hear me Linus? I would have no doubt killed you already, but Admyn would defiantly not appreciate one of his guards lying around his entrance dead upon my arrival."

He whimpered and looked down in shame, "Yes Miss Genalee."

"Good." She stood up and fixed her hair and dress back to the original perfect shape it was.

Both the page and the other guard were watching together with interest and intimidation. The guard stepped back when she walked towards the door. Even the page stammered and stumbled in order to lead her to his Master's office.

Larmina stepped inside the manor and heard it immediately shut behind her. She looked around at her beautiful surroundings, marble floors, white pillars, fanciful decorations, and of course, the red rugs. But she wondered where all the people were. Usually servants, maids, and butlers scurried about this great place like mice on a busy day.

What the hell is going on? Larmina questioned herself and could not find any answer.

The page led her through some hallways and corridors until finally they stopped at a door far from the front of the manor, perhaps in the back. The page nodded at her and clearly left in a hurry to place as much distance to him from the lady.

Larmina ignored it and turned the knob to open the door. It creaked open slowly until the gap was big enough to fit her through and into the room. She shut it softly behind her.

Admyn was sitting in front of the fireplace, his chin resting in his hands which were placed on his knees, and was leaning his face into the gaze of the fire.