Chapter 8
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June's POV.
"So even here there is a Slave keeper? " I asked.
Milo nodded. I had finished eating my food. Milo now explained to me how he got the scar on his face.
He told me that it was punishment for not cleaning the third room upstairs. I hadn't been upstairs so I didn't know which room it was. The Slave Keeper supposedly visits the Valor Mantion everyday and checks that the slaves are working good or not.
I'll have to watch out for him. Milo told me his name was Phill.
Okay so Phill is added to my enemy list.
That makes three.
Cole, Milton and Phill.
Wow a day here and I've already made enemies.
I'm so popular.
"Miss Penny helped me clean my wounds. I'm a werewolf it will heal till tomorrow. " he said.
I smiled and nodded. "But your not. So you have to rest." He added. I frowned. I was sleepy but I had so many thoughts in my mind that I couldn't find peace at all.
"Don't worry you'll be fine. Penny said that Pius feed you some Vampire blood while you were asleep. It'll cure you. Most of your wounds will heal till tomorrow. And you'll be pretty again. "He added.
And I blushed.
"That doesn't mean your not pretty now." He added hurriedly.
"Don't take me wrong, okay? I'm not trying to flirt. I'm not that kind of guy. I'm waiting for someone." He said.
I loved hearing others love story. If I still can then why not?
"Who?" I asked excited.
"My mate." He said smiling. He got an 'aww' from me and he blushed.
"I don't know who she is but I'm having a guess. I can't tell you though. It's to secretive." He said looking at the door afraid that someone would hear our conversation.
"I love surprises. Just tell me the day you tell her, Okay. I want to be the first one to know about it." I said smiling widely.
He blushed again and looked away. "I should go now. " he said looking at the clock beside me. I nodded.
Suddenly I remembered. Oh God,I had to sleep on the ground. I need a new pant at least if I have to survive without the blanket.
"Um, Milo?" I called as he was about to open the door to go out. He turned his head towards me. One hand on the do and the other hand held the tray.
"Can you please pass me some shorts from the drawer." I pointed towards it.
Milo nodded and walked towards the drawer. He peeped in and removed a red short shorts.
I gave it to me with one hand while the other hand held the tray. I nodded my head in thanks and he smiled at me.
"You need any help?" He asked politely.
I shook my head. "I can do it myself. " I said.
He smiled and walked towards the door. "Good night." He said and closed the door behind him.
"Good night." I wispered to myself.
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I however managed to slip myself into the shorts. I had struggled to stand on my own. My head felt dizzy and I had felt nauseous. But I kept taking support of the bed and putting my hand on my mouth to control myself.
After the long struggle I'm finally on the mat. I've curled up in a ball to feel a little warmer. Plus my body is very warm. So its helping me.
After a little while of shivering and singing the lullaby my aunt used to sing for me, I fell into deep sleep.
Pius' POV.
I entered my room and scanned it. She wasn't on the bed. I looked down to find her curled up in a ball on the mat.
I must be cold she needs a blanket. Let her die , who cares, another part of me spoke in my mind.
I let out a deep sign and walked towards my bed. I picked out the old blanket that was under the bed. It was torn but warm enough.
I threw it on her hoping that it would wake her up and she would wrap herself in it.
I peeped from my bed. She was still sound asleep and the blanket was as it is thrown on her. I signed and cursed under my breath. I got up and walked towards her.
Why didn't it wake her up? Is she dead?
I could hear her heart beat. It was slow and normal.
I looked at her carefully. She had curled up in a ball with her legs to her chest. It looks like a painful position for a person who has broken ribs.
I walked past her and stood near her legs. She had worn a red short shorts.
I held her legs and flinched at the heat.
Heat?
Yeah. This girl was hot. I touched her legs again. She was warm. Ugh. Pathetic human had to have a fever. Whatever, I'm not gonna do all that stupid work of the cold cloth on the head and s**t. I don't care. I pulled her legs straight and threw the blanket to cover her whole body except for her head.
The cast covered half her forehead but her hair still fell out from places of the cast and ofcouse from under it. Her long brown hair was beautiful, straight and soft.
I stroked her hair and examined her face. She looked beautiful. Even when she slept. I signed again this time softly.
I can't leave her with a fever.
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