"Stop seeing the man, Maggie. I would never approve of it," Lady Fleurance crossed her hands across her chest, leaning back against her chair as she sat there with a disapproving look on her face.

"I am not looking for your approval," Maggie shut the woman down, "You know what happened to me but I doubt you ever bothered to understand what I would have gone through at that time. I don't know why father married you. Truthfully, I have been trying to understand what he saw in you. He must have taken pity at you to marry someone so uncouth," hearing this, Lady Fleurance's eyes glared in rage. 

"How dare you speak to me in such a tone. Let your father come-"

"Yes, let him come. I think this charade has run for far too long and needs to be stopped," Maggie moved back from the chair she had been sitting with a loud screech and she walked out of the room. 

With Maggie gone from the room, Penny looked at both the mother and daughter who shared a look as if they couldn't believe that the girl who had been obedient all these days had spoken back to them and they were finding it hard to digest. It was a common mentality where people felt that way when it came to snubbing a person over weeks, months, and years of doing it. The sudden retaliation was hard to take in as if their ego was hurt.

"Are you done eating?" Penny asked Caitlin who gave her a nod. 

"Let's go out before there's another scene created by them," Caitlin was in no way being subtle about how she felt when it came to Lady Fleurance as well as Grace. Even though she had been here for very little time in this mansion, she had seen her fair share of how things went over the time of meals. She would have called it entertaining but the drama was just too much which wasn't her cup of tea. 

They left the room together. 

Grace who watched and heard it held the edge of the table tightly in anger. This was her house and her family, and the people who walked by were nothing but strangers who were like parasites who had to be removed from here. 

"Where are you going, Grace?" her mother asked, seeing the way the young vampiress pushed her chair ready to leave. 

"I think it is time we teach them what it means to be living in the pureblooded vampires household rather than disrespect us at every point of time."

"What are you going to do?" Lady Fleurance's eyes turned to a look of suspicion. 

"Just around the mansion," saying this, Grace came to her mother's side and kissed her cheek, "Don't worry, mama. Soon we will have the respect we deserve while placing these women in their rightful place where they belong and came from," saying this, the young vampiress then left the mansion just like Maggie had left in the carriage out of anger. 

Grace was furious and in anger, people did things they were not supposed to do, without taking into account the danger that lurked ahead of them. 

The carriage she had used to travel was Quinn's carriage, she stopped and stepped down by sending it back so that no one would know where she was headed. Taking another carriage, the girl traveled to the house of the man she had a recent spat with. 

Once the carriage reached the mansion which was a local one, she had the man wait for her as she had no other means to travel back home and her pride would not allow her to ask the owner of the mansion for a carriage to take her back home.

Walking towards the mansion's door that had no fencing around it, she raised her hand, knocking on the door. Grace waited for the door to open and a minute pa.s.sed to two and then three making her wonder if there was no one at home. 

How strange, thought Grace to herself. 

Usually, the butler would have opened the door at the second knock on the door but here she was waiting at the Varraren's mansion. Tapping her feet on the ground impatiently, she decided to take a look around to see if the window or the backdoor was open. 

Walking around the mansion, she saw how all the windows were closed and curtains had been pulled from the other side of the mansion. The mansion was always guarded by butlers in the absence of their master or mistress' presence. 

When she finally reached the back of the mansion, she noticed how the door was slightly ajar opened for her to be able to see the furniture that was inside the building. Grace was a pureblooded vampire and because of this, she had never felt the fear to creep in her mind. The young vampiress was either courageous or stupid for thinking there wasn't anything stronger to hurt her. 

Using her hand, she stepped inside the mansion. 

At the same time, the movement of the door creaked like any other old house that caught the sibling black witches' attention who were in the above room creating potions. 

"What was the sound?" Laurae asked her brother. To them, the mansion showed its true appearance, one that was old and broke. The house appeared more than decayed like a dead body that was placed in the coffin. 

Robarte who was in the room, walked towards one of the windows to notice a carriage that had been parked at the front of the mansion, "Looks like we have a visitor. Let me go greet them."

Saying this, the black witcher walked down and moved towards the door to notice the door locked. His butler wouldn't be able to open the door because the man was a corpse, a dead corpse who was working just by the help of spells that he had placed on him. It was one of the safest ways to have someone help me here than to be caught. 

Robarte, like his sister, he preferred to work alone and didn't believe in involving anyone else in his plans as it would only put him in danger of being exposed to who he truly was. If the door wasn't opened and he had heard the sound of the door creak with the carriage still waiting outside the house, it meant someone had entered the house from the back door. 

A stand stood near the door that had umbrella's being placed in it and in them was a metal rod that he pulled out before going in search of who the intruder was. It didn't take Robarte too long to catch the person who had entered the supposedly drawing-room. 

Grace stood there looking at the portrait frames that were placed at the stands as she looked at them one after another. The girl didn't notice him, as she moved to look at the frames with her eyebrows furrowed.