Helanie:
My mother’s words had left deeply bothered. I went straight to my room and lay down in my bed, sleeping until midnight.
The howls were louder that night, and I could tell they were different from the howls of a werewolf. They were of lycans.
At this point, I thought I could differentiate between the howls easily. I stayed in my bed until the howls turned deadly. My body shuddered, and I jumped up, sitting straight and looking around at the windows that I almost never cover up.
Soon the commotion in the mansion made run out of my room to find everyone gathered in the living room. So of the housemaids and the chefs, who were mostly at the maid’s corner, had also co out.
My mother’s eyes helplessly lingered on my face before she looked away. I joined them silently, standing between Charlotte, Emma, and my mother.
"Lord McQuoid is confirming with his warriors that the mansion is safe," my mother whispered, probably relaying the information to since Emma and Charlotte already knew.
"It is. I am sure it is. These kinds of noises are just normal," Charlotte, even when shaking at the whole situation, still managed to shrug her shoulders.
"I hope it is. It seems like soone’s arrival always brings in troubles," Emma scoffed, making roll my eyes at them.
"I will go see what is going on at the front gate." I didn’t want to stay behind with these won and hear them throw jabs at . But the minute I began to pace forward, my mother hastily rushed to block my path.
"And what will you do? Just because you passed so tests, you think you are stronger than my mate? He will deal with it and co back with the information. As for you, don’t get yourself in trouble just for wanting to be saved by soone," she was yelling her head off. Honestly speaking, it ca so out of the blue that I didn’t even know how to respond to her, so I went back to my room.
I slamd the door shut and went back to bed. I was sure everything was fine. And sure enough, after a few minutes, everything was back to normal.
Morning was rather dull. I didn’t leave my room, and the maid assigned by Maximus for my comfort brought my breakfast to my room.
After I was done showering and changing into blue skinny jeans, I held my sweater and wondered when it would dry out. The weather was bad outside, it had been raining, and I washed my clothes early in the morning.
I sighed as I put my sweater down again and grabbed my uniform’s shirt. It was in that mont that the urgency of buying new clothes hit .
"I don’t have a penny," I groaned at myself for living so carelessly as if I didn’t have to buy stuff for myself.
"What can I even do to earn money," I hissed at myself as I left the room. Since my room was right at the entrance, I walked out on Lord McQuoid leaving for work.
"Helanie," he smiled, greeting on the way.
"Good afternoon," I replied awkwardly for missing the als with them. When the brothers are around, it is much easier to sit and eat because the others don’t act ssy around them. But when they are not around, Emma, Charlotte, and my mother just beco unbearable.
"You didn’t co to breakfast—oh! The academy is off. Why are you still in—" he was having a hard ti understanding what was going on as he noticed my uniform’s shirt but then realized I was wearing pants under it.
"I, umm—washed my clothes, and they aren’t getting dried anyti sooner," I smiled awkwardly, pinching the space between my fingers.
"Why did you wash them yourself? Give them to the maids; they will dry them out. And—why do you not have—oh!" he had his hands in his pockets as he nodded his head, probably realizing why I didn’t have clothes.
"It is not easy getting a job as a rogue and a student who has to be at the academy till 3 p.m.," he was speaking to himself now.
"You know what—why don’t you work at Maximus’ garage? He needs soone to help him out with the writing of the weapons. He is preparing so new weapons, and it is hard for him to test them and then write about them at the sa ti. You could be a writer for him," he suggested with his whole heart, definitely happy to help .
"Uncle! You left your phone behind—" Charlotte, who was running up to Lord McQuoid, saw standing with him and talking to him.
"Thank you, Charlotte," Lord McQuoid smiled at her when accepting the phone, but then he returned his attention back to . "So, let know what is your decision? It will help you with the job thing and Maximus with his work. You are anyway off at ho for a month; might as well make money too," he was not wrong. Besides, working with Maximus would not be as hard as the last ti.
But then I rembered all the flirting he would be doing. If I were a dumb and naive person, I would probably not co to the conclusion, but I wasn’t. And it wasn’t a secret that Maximus would be so happy to have around without anyone else around us.
"I will think about it, but thank you so much for the offer." I was genuinely happy that Lord McQuoid was nothing like his ex-wife, my mother, or most of his sons.
By ’most,’ I an, Norman.
"Great, let know then." Lord McQuoid gave a little pat on the head before he left.
But that’s when Charlotte jumped to confront .
"You are not taking this job," she hissed, ordering sternly.
"And you will make the decision for ?" I asked her, watching her roll her eyes at .
"If you want to prove you’re not a gold digger, you will not accept this job." Really? She thought that would scare ?
"Doing a job equates to being a gold digger? You know what, I wasn’t really going to accept the job, but since you challenged , I guess I will take it." I was already considering it, but there’s no harm in ssing with the ssiest person around . And as I made my decision, I watched a satisfactory sight—her face turning pale.
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