Just like she had done countless times before, she snuck out of her house, managing to avoid being found as usual, and she began to walk to her brother’s estate.
Much like her home, she was quite familiar with Cecil’s house as well, due to the fact that she practically lived there ever since her brother moved in. She knew that there was a window on the ground floor around the back that had a broken latch and more often than not would not shut all the way.
She peered through the gap, ensuring that there was no one in the hallway before she opened it quietly and slipped inside.
“We must deal with that treacherous bastard as soon as possible.”
Godric tried not to sigh outwardly, instead downing what was left of this third glass of whiskey and willing himself to have some semblance of patience.
“It is simply not right,” Luther continued, his voice filled with hatred and spite. “Why does he get to live a full life? Why was he be given the chance to raise his children, to even witness one of them marry into a higher status than she was born with, whilst my brother and his wife rot a way in a grave? Why are we still tormented by the memory of those we’ve lost while he continues to live so carelessly?”
It was nothing Godric had not heard before. He was all too familiar with the grief fueled rambling that overcame his uncle during nights like these when he was a tad too lonely and usually, he simply allowed Luther to speak until he was satisfied.
But tonight, his uncle’s visit had been unexpected and unwelcome. Godric was growing irritated at the older man’s incessant need to barge into Godric’s life whenever he felt like it, even more so on a night he wanted to savor the taste of the woman he had pleasured.
His mind was consumed with thoughts of Nora, his lips still recalling how she had greedily accepted the kisses he had offered, how her body had yearned for his touch relentlessly.
Godric had hoped for a quiet evening that would give him the chance to formulate a plan on what to do about her.
He was growing too attached to her, too familiar with her smile and her moans, too eager to banter with her. He needed to do something about it all.
But then Luther had arrived, clearly disturbed and drunk and Godric could not turn him away, after all, the old man had raised him. That was the same reason why he entertained the mindless rambling, even though he had long since grown sick of hearing it over and over again.
“I wish we could make him face his crimes soon,” Luther hiccupped.
“We do not have enough proof for that,” Godric said for the third time that night, his patience wearing thin. “If we do not handle it right – the way we intended to from the start –”
“We do not need any more than what we have! You and I know he did it! Gregory Millington murdered your parents, and he has the nerve to waste his own life away after he stole that of our family! We must end him soon. I cannot – I fear my brother has not been able to rest because his killers still walk free. And we know is responsible. We must bring him to justice, Godric. For the sake of your parents.” Luther pleaded.
Godric sighed, getting ready to implore his uncle to leave his home. But before he could speak, he heard a sound from the hallway. He turned around sharply to peer though the half open door, but there was nothing and no one there.
An uneasy feeling crawled up his spine and he faced his uncle quickly, eager to be rid of him.
“We have a plan for a reason, uncle. We must follow it so things are done properly, so that he will not get a chance to escape. We will bring him to justice. I am certain that no one can escape their fate. My parents’ killers will soon be faced with the consequences of their actions. In the meantime, you need to rest and stop passing time with your spirits. You are growing far too old for such silliness.” Godric scolded, reaching for his uncle’s glass.
Luther paused, staring at his now empty hand and then he sighed.
“You are right. Perhaps I should retire for the night.”
“Absolutely. I will see you to your carriage.”
Luther walked out without requiring much assistance, and when he had embarked on his carriage, he asked Godric,
“Are you still with me? Do you still want to avenge your poor family?”
Godric nodded, “You know that I do.”
Luther sighed and patted his head clumsily, settling back properly.
“Good man. Your parents would have been proud.”
Godric lingered outside long enough to watch the carriage roll out of side before he returned inside the house, the unease he had felt earlier growing.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Miss? Are you sure you would not like to promenade with the duke? He has just left after enquiring on your wellbeing. He seemed rather disappointed.”
Nora sighed, refusing to take her eyes off the open book in her lap.
