Chapter 34

When Noah and Daisy arrived with Micheal at his castle estate, it was beyond their imaginations, Noah came from money and had incredible estates, but this blew everything out of the water.

Raja practically jumped in excitement when they were given a tour of the gardens; he could spend a long time there playing, exploring, and sniffing out all the animals and plants.

Their tour went on, and on room after room, they found out that the whole west wing was set out for their personal use; they had their own servants and anything they could possibly want or need.

Daisy was a bit uncomfortable with their entire wing but decided it would be rude of her to ask for something else, preferably smaller.

Noah pointed out that it wouldn’t do her any good anyway because she is now the princess heir, and she needed to get used to it, at least some of it anyway. He could understand he didn’t like all kinds of people fussing over him either.

They settled in their bedroom and sitting area and decided other than the office area that the rest of the rooms could be closed down if needed or serve as guest quarters for their friends.

Also, they decided that they didn’t need so many servants but didn’t exactly know what to do about it, so for now, they kept four principal servants, and the rest could serve as helpers or whatever they wished to do.

An older-looking vampire butler suggested that they needed a lead butler to oversee the other four and coordinate schedules and events. Hence, everyone understood what their duties would be from one thing to the other, what would be needed, and so on. Noah, to the butler’s surprise, chose the older-looking vampire. His name was Garret Mathews.

He was tall with salt and pepper hair and blue eyes. Very proper and well-spoken but not stuffy or stuck up like some of the higher servants.

Daisy liked him from the start, and Noah thought that this guy would be loyal only to them; that is what Raja told him anyway.

“Very well, Garret, I will trust you to pick out the four servants that we will need or others if you think they will be required, just so you know, though, Daisy and I don’t care for all the hustle and bustle and being fussed over or ass-kissing.”

Garret smiled and nodded his head in approval.

“Yes, Sir, I will see that it is done according to your wishes, and I will choose servants who don’t have wandering tongues.”

“One other thing, Garret, in public, the Sir title is fine, but in private, you may call me Noah, or if that makes you uncomfortable, then Mr. Lucas will be fine.”

“Also, please, whoever you choose, including yourself, will stay here in the west wing with us; if there aren’t servant quarters for that, then use the other rooms to your liking.”

Garret stared at him for a moment, stunned at the generosity that Mr. Lucas was showing. He nodded his head in agreement and left the room to do as instructed with a slight bow.

Garret Mathews was impressed; Sir Michael had sent him to oversee the arrangement of servants for the two new heirs. Still, he had no idea they would be so generous and considerate and down to earth, not the usual condescending snobs that usually appear with royalty.

Garret decided that they were worthy of the total package of servant quality; he chose only servants known for the skills and those loyal and would not gossip.

He also decided that it would be best if they all stayed in the west wing in the servant’s quarters. Also, he decided to open the west wings kitchen and stock it up with foods that the couple would want for snacking or perhaps a dinner or two they would like to make themselves.

The kitchen would also serve as the servant’s kitchen where they could take meals and have meetings on the days of upcoming events and duty assignments.

He was a loyal and practical Butler. He could also provide all kinds of needed information the couple will need to navigate the royal and palace rules and etiquette and let them know who to trust and who not to. He would also see that any messages sent from the couple to the master would be kept confidential and not snagged by one of the royal gossips.

He wasn’t expecting to be the Butler again, but he thought that this felt right and that he was needed; Enid will, of course, want a full report as to what is happening; he was growing pretty fond of her. She was a strong but gentle soul, and she was charming.

Maybe he could talk her into staying with them in the west wing; he wouldn’t mind her company at all.

He was smiling as he went to get things started. Happy for a change not to listen to the other guests' endless complaining and petty arguments, and bad childlike behavior.

The Wraith looked at the creature before him and realized it was another demon. The tiger was dead, spewed out by the devil that was in the place of its human companion.

At first, he thought they were both dead, but the female’s body started to twitch and then change color. It grew scales, long claws, and a wider than normal jaw full of jagged teeth.

He was so busy staring at the spectacle of horror that he remembered just in time that he had to act fast or things were going to get ugly for him quickly.

He ran upstairs to his ancient chest of concealment and opened it, grabbing the only thing in it, a blue flame dagger. It was the only thing that could kill a demon; he knew he had to use it. He hated to waste it on this, but he didn’t want to be eaten either.

The blue flame dagger came from his early days as a vampire in ancient times when evil things roaming around were more prevalent today. Unfortunately, he could not possess a sword that would give him unlimited killing power.

Once a blue flame dagger is used to kill a demon, it will lose its power and become an ordinary metal dagger. He unsheathed it and ran back down to the basement just as a tentacle tried to reach out and grab him.

Swearing as he dodged it just in time, he turned to mist and rematerialized right next to it; without wasting any time, he plunged the dagger straight into its heart as it let out a terrible wail. Then it exploded; there were pieces of it on every surface of the room, including The Wraith.

He sat there so disgusted that he forgot some demons would explode when killed with the dagger and forgot his damn raincoat. This is another sin at your door, Raymond. You are so in need of killing. He was thinking to himself as he spits out a piece that had got into his mouth. He would have to be careful now of who he decided to bring to his playroom again. I can’t have another like that one. I am fresh out of blue flame daggers.

He decided that he would have to bump up his timetable and go and get the bait so he could get Raymond once and for all. He couldn’t wait to see the look on that bastard’s face when he finds out that The Wraith has the only thing he covets most on this wretched earth.

Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea; he would box all this shit up and send it back to its creator. He started to think up a pleasant little surprise to put inside with it; that way, he could have just as much enjoyment as he was getting right now.

Raymond tried everything and anything he could to get invited to that stupid ball, but he found out quickly that even though he had contacts, influence, and blackmail material, it didn’t help one little bit. That asshole Micheal Deveroe spread it far and wide that Raymond was black-listed and under investigation.

“BLACK LISTED!!! THAT BASTARD BLACK LISTED HIM!!! “

Raymond was livid; he decided it was time to change tactics; he would take what he wanted and fuck the world if they didn’t like it, no more politics and bribery.

He was about to get up and get dressed for a night out when the doorbell rang, and his butler brought in a rather large package.

“Just leave it there on the floor; George and I will check it out after I get ready for the night; that way, if it isn’t anything important, you can dispose of it while I am gone.”

With that, Raymond whistled as he made his way to the bathroom to get ready for a night on the town, and he had to look good tonight because he had a date lined up with another potential client. He had a new suit tailored and ready to go for just this sort of occasion.

She was one of those sexy ladies; she was a wolf shifter that loved the high life and the fast lane. She looked good and knew it and didn’t want to stop looking good.

As he turned on the water and let the shower of water run down his back, he was hoping not only for just a little taste as a snack but some bedroom sports as well. It had been a while since a female of any kind aroused him, and he wanted to take full advantage.