“We?”
“Cordelia’s granddaughter is coming to stay for a while.”
I perk up a little. Fucking with Cordelia is my favourite pastime, and fucking her granddaughter is bound to mess with her head and cause friction between her and my grandfather. Maybe I can fuck her up a little too. Now that Amelie has unleashed my thirst for blood once again, I find myself craving it more than sex.
Unfortunately, my grandfather must see the spark of interest in my eyes because he quickly shuts my plans down.
“No, Baxter. Not this time. Aren’t there enough staff members on the island to whet your appetite?” He sighs, like this is just another thing he can chalk up against me in the massive list of ways I disappoint him.
“I’ve worked my way through them all,” I lie. “Twice.”
Well, maybe it’s only a half lie. I definitely worked my way through the staff over the Christmas holidays. Twice. Maybe he has some new recruits for me now? Not that I’ve been feeling up to it. But for this granddaughter chick, I could grit my teeth and persevere.
Cordelia tuts like I’m a disgusting creature, but it takes one to know one. Marriage wrecker that she is.
“Charlotte,” she snaps. “I mean, Raven, is a good girl. You will stay far away from her Baxter!”
Huh? Is that so? Why doesn’t she know her own granddaughter’s name? And what sort of name is Raven anyway? If I wasn’t so against associating with The Order, I could have put in a call to get more answers. I hate a mystery.
“Or what?” I challenge, blowing more smoke into her face. She coughs, swipes at the air, glares at me.
“Or your grandfather will cut you off.”
I bark out a laugh. Of course he will.
“Right.” I snort derisively.
“I mean it, Baxter—” Grandfather joins in with the threats. Wow, this must be serious. This chick is either underage or has a platinum pussy. Colour me intrigued. I wonder if her blood runs blue. Will I get to find out?
“As your soul heir, I very much doubt that you’re going to cut me off.” I turn to sneer at Cordelia. “And your withered choice of fuck toy here is practically prehistoric. She’d give birth to dusty corpse babies if you tried to knock her up and make a new heir.”
“Dicky!” Cordelia gasps, affronted by the truth.
“Unless he has some younger bits on the side, now that you’ve been promoted to main piece.”
“Baxter! That is enough!” Now my grandfather has to chastise me in order to save face. Which tells me he probably is boning the staff too. Ugh, that’s a grim thought. We’ve never had the same taste. And I mean, I’m all for Daddy kink, but imagine being told your granddaddy does it better…
I feel sick.
“Baxter! Are you listening? You will be a perfect gentleman when Cordelia’s granddaughter arrives. You will stay out of sight as much as possible and when you have to interact with her, you will be on your best behaviour!”
“Or else you’ll cut me off? Yeah, yeah.”
“No. I won’t cut you off Baxter. You’re my only family?—”
Cordelia coughs.
“You’re my blood. But I will call Monty and use a favour to get your sentence at Knox extended,” he finishes sadly, like it pains him to have to make such a threat.
Only it’s not a threat. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my grandfather means every word. And I cannot allow that to happen. Because spending a moment longer than I have to at Knox Academy might just shatter what little of my soul is still intact.
Amelie
Are you okay?
Message undelivered
Where are you?
