Chapter 35

Kent's POV

“Now you see how weird it sounds.” She says with a twisted smile.

My hands are clenching at my side as I listen to all she has to say. It takes will power I didn't know had. To not throw her against the wall.

“Then again, Even though you do go and report me and I am killed which isn't possible even in the thirteenth world. Your friend, the Almighty Ershire would be shamed for the rest of his existence. You would be shamed too and his ither partners. Everyone would see you as less men for being friends with a lesser man. So I dare you to try Kent.” She said, saying my name with such spite.

“Thai is not over. You would pay very deeply for all you have done and I will make sure even if it's the last thing I do that you would get the worst punishment ever.”

“I'd like to see you try.”

I marched out of the room. Almost baging the door off it's hinges.

I am so angry with everything. I'm angry with myself for not realizing how much pain Ershire was going through. I was angry with him for not telling me about anything. I was angry with his killer for being so right. No one would believe me unless j have concrete evidence he was killed and abused by her. She had already buried the body so there was no way of getting that back.

I walked and walked, ignoring the stress of people, the side talks wondering what the hell I was doing here. Walking alone.

I enter the closest place I saw. It smelled like cheap perfume and rum. Just wait I needed.

“Lord Kent. Please to see you. Is there anything I could help you with.” The server asked, surprised to see me.

“A large cup of rum please. Extra strong.”

She shuffled through passing through and finally giving me my rum.

“It's on the house.” She said winking.

“Thank you.” I wasn't sure what the wink meant but I took a sip of my rum. The taste burning through m throat.

“Is there anything else you'd like?” A sultry voice near me.

I turned sighting a woman. “ Thank you, I'm good.”

“You want to make me chase you hm? Want me to beg for it? All this can be negotiated for just a little sum. Just put it here.” She said pushing her bosom into the crook of my arm.

“I said I'm good.” I shrugged her off thinking of what to do with the Ershire situation.

“Playing hard to get hm?” She came again, licking at the shell of my ear.

I pushed her away, landing her with a hard stare. Her back had hit the next chair. She looked at me me with irritation.

“I said I'm good. Thanks.” I moved away not missing her words of “Dickless fool.”

I had almost finished the whole cup of rum and uw as starting to feel very light. The sun was setting and I was feeling very woozy. I struggled to stand up, getfung up a few times only to fall back down and finally I stood moving out of the establishment. The night sky was getting dark and the night breeze felt so good.

Thoughts of Ershire, Geraldine and how I failed him ran through my mind.

“Just like how you failed Emily.” A nasty voice said inside my head.

It was right. Just like I failed her.

Lilith's POV

The house was strangely quiet today. No hushed conversations from the maids, or the Snickers of the chefs. Everyone was just not as they ought to be.

I hadn't seen Kent all day and I was starting to get worried.

“Excuse me.” I called out to one of the maids.

“Miss.”

“Where's Lord Kent? When did he leave?”

“He left immediately after breakfast. It seemed like he was in a rush.”

“Do you know what he was in a rush for?” I asked.

She hesitated, breaking her eyes away from me.

“Well? Do you?”

“I think you better hear it from the horse's mouth,Miss.” She said bowing slightly.

“That'll be all. Thank you.” I said to her, turning away.

I pace around the house, going to the library and even waiting by the windows but Kent was nowhere to be found and I don't as starting to get worried.

Did he eat? Is he safe? Did something happen to him? Questions rushed through my mind as I thought of the worst possible scenarios of things that may or may not have happened to Kent.

It's night time. The stars are shining brightly and the dim light of the candles shine on the walls. Shadows swaying.

I was in the parlor when I heard a sound. It was the main door. Kent was back.

I rushed down the stairs eagerly to see him and ask where he had been.

I stop at the foot of the stairs as I watch Kent stagger into the house, leaning on the wall for comfort.

“Kent?” I called out softly.

I approached him slowly, looking up at his reddened face.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” I asked again.

H reeked strongly of alcohol and a slight smell of a feminine perfume. My heart clenched with jealousy.

“I-i caused it. I did it again. If I had just been there.” He muttered sliding down to the seat.

“What happened? You can tell me.”

“Ershire is dead and I caused it. I caused the death of another peosn yet again.” His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, his voice clogging with emotion.

“Dead?” I asked, she's cked at his revelation. We had just seen few weeks before and he looked fine. There was no sign of illness even though he did seem a bit weird.

“He was abused by his wife. I know I sound crazy. Their size difference. Her being a woman. It all sounds unbelievable. But she did it. She killed him.” He held my hands, looking into my eyes.

Kent was scared. He was vulnerable and heartbroken. I had never seen him like this but I could feel the amount of pain and guilt he felt within himself.

“I believe you, Kent.” I said holding his hands.

“He tried to call out for help. He tried desperately to tell me all of this but I didn't even notice how much he was in pain. I killed him. I did it again.”

“Don't tell yourself that. You didn't know and it's not your fault. You're not the killer and you shouldn't feel an ounce of guilt.” I said to him stroking his hand ignoring the last statement he made.

“You don't get it. He tried to tell me. I was so oblivious. I'm so stupid.” His head drooped, his shoulders shaking.

“Kent…” I tried to lift up his head.

“Kent look at me. Please.” He tilted his head, his eyes red rimmed.

“The maids knew. They were talking about how she used to do these bad things to him. I killed my friend.”

“You didn't do anything. It's not your fault. She's the bad person and not you. Don't let her bad words get to you. It's all a ploy.” I said to him.

“If I had just listened. If I had just noticed more.”

“It's too late for all of that regret now. It's not your fault. The best thing you can do for your friend is to avenge his death and make sure his cold blooded killer gets the retribution she readily deserves.”

I lifted his head, stroking his face slightly.

Our eyes collided as the world around us became quiet. The flickering lights of the candles casting shadows upon us.

Kent lips slowly locked with mine. He moved with such fervor and I responded eagerly.

I felt his hands everywhere. All over my body. They stopped on the drawstrings of my lace nighty. Plucking out the strings slowly.

I made a mewing sound, responding eagerly to his ministrations.

Everythinga bout Kent made me heady. His smell, His smile, His charisma, The way he looks at me, The small things he does. I felt my core clench at nothing as he kissed me even more deeply.

“Kent… more.” I said breathlessly going back to kiss him. I could taste the mint on his breath and the rum.

I felt his fingers run over my breasts,my nipples turning into hardened peaks. I moaned slightly as a felt a calloused palm rub them slightly. I arched my back for more.

He laid me down on the sofa,going back to kiss me. My hands wrapped around his neck bringing him closer.

“I want to touch you too.” I said out of breath.

I watched with hooded eyes as he slowly took of his shirt tossing it.

I raised myself up on my shoulders, looking directly at this beauty of my a man. Hair dusted his chest and a trail leading to a hardened length in his breeches.

He moved down, showerinh kisses all over my skin, through my nighty.

He reac

hed my thighs, praying me slightly. My breath hitched.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my chest heaving.

He kissed my thighs, moving lower.

“Just relax.”