Chapter 28
Damien who had finished meeting with the magistrate of the two towns away from them traveled back through his own carriage which was pulled by the four black horses attached to the front of the carriage he was in . The rain poured down from the heavens which seemed less likely from the heavens but from hell with the force it fell down on the ground and the roof of the carriage .
The coachman wore the raincoat to cover and protect himself from the oncoming rain, his face wearing something similar to the glass which avoided the rain from getting into his eyes and hindering his sight .
Damien looked outside the little window of his carriage . His dark red eyes gazed out but he wasn't looking at anything in particular . The rain seemed to have reminded him something, one side of his lips pulling up from the corner of his lips at the thought . Though he had spent many good years of his in Bonelake the rain was something he had never gotten used to . Maybe it was due to the fact that his family before relocating to Bonelake used to live in Wovile . A place where there was good amount of sun .
But lately, the wind had started to blow in a different direction which had swayed his cold heart to the slightest movement . Idle in the rain reminded him of a certain girl with jade green eyes who stood with an umbrella in her hand . A smile on her delicate lips which was the only time he had seen her smile .
Once the carriage passed through the dense green forest, the vehicle was pulled across the bridge making the carriage slightly shake as the bridge was made of stones where some of them must have come of due to the continuous rain . He made a mental note to fix it by speaking to his butler so that the bridge wouldn't collapse one day . Sure nothing would happen to him but to lose the servants would ]truly be a loss .
The coachman pulled the reins of the horses when they reached the entrance of the mansion . Stepping down to pull out his glasses, the servant opened the carriage door so that his master could step out of it .
"What do you think about the weather, Rowen?" Damien asked the servant who had his head bowed along with his back .
Hearing his master speak, the servant stood up with his hands folded in the front, "It is cold, master Damien," he spoke warily .
"Right it is cold," he nodded wondering if he should torture the man a little for not taking care of his dear horses . Instead of going inside, Damien Quinn walked to his horses, inspecting them one by one before he rubbed one of the horses head, "What a lovely boy you are," the servant had gone back to bowing his head to mean no disrespect to his master whom he had been working for .
When his master finally left the side of the carriage, walking inside the mansion to be greeted by the butler, the coachman let out a sigh of relief . If there was one thing he knew about his master, the man didn't like anyone talking back at him but it was something to do with every pureblooded vampire . The horses here were one of his favorites and the last time the man had found a little scratch on them, he had put him in the locker cell where servants were taken to reflect . It wasn't far from being called as a prison as it was a cell built in the open forest . One would have to spend their days out there in the middle of the forest with no roof to protect them from the harsh rain of Bonelake .
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