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"I was kidding, Lillian," Luke said with a crooked smile while I had my eyes narrowed at him, "It will take a month by the time Elvis tries to stop the process completely and we don’t have time for that. There’s a country not far away who have experts to take out the venom out and it will take a day’s journey to reach there."

"Will you be able to handle the pain?" I asked Marc worriedly.

"I’ll be fine. I feel alright apart from the itch in my throat right now," he said placing his hand on his throat and on cue he fell from his chair, wheezing for air.

"Marc ar-" I went to reach out for him to only get pulled back by Luke. Both Elvis and Luke’s posture changed looking at Marc as his hand stretched out in front of him. Luke pushed me behind him carefully, shielding me away from my friend.

"The transition has begun," Elvis whispered but I caught on to it as I saw Marc’s short nails grow long and wide, nails that were used to hunt and prey. The large study slowly filled with small growls and when Marc got up, turning towards us making me gasp at the sight. His eyes had turned pitch black and he didn’t seem okay. Looking at us I heard him growl and fall down on his knees again before he completely fell unconscious on the cold floor,

"His body isn’t strong enough to withhold the crossbreeds venom and there will be fluctuations like these. I have spoken to the authorities of Syrian of your arrival. I believe you would like to accompany Luke and your friend, Lilly?" Elvis asked me while his grey eyes were fixated on Marc and I nodded with a yes. With his mere snap of his fingers Marc’s body rose in air, placing him on the couch, "You’ll have to stay back here, Lilly," he said making me blink.

Before I could protest he continued to speak, "The Syrian town is not safe for you not because of you are the soul of a demon but as you’re going to be Luke’s bride in few days. Our kind holds more enemies than the number of friends, we aren’t even sure if the crossbreeds came by their own will or if someone set them up to find you. Going there with Luke will only expose you to danger."

Luke muttered something under his breath as walked towards the couch where Marc was lying now, unaware of the vampire standing next to him.

"No," Luke said turning to me, "Lillian will come with me. I want her where my eyes can reach out to her." My cheeks turned crimson hearing his words.

"Are you sure about that?" Elvis asked with a frown.

"Positive. Won’t you come with me, Lillian?" Luke asked me with his green eyes looking at me intently.

"Yeah," I breathed out making him grin but Elvis sighed. He pinched his bridge thinking about something and murmured,

"Both you brothers. Lilly go find a person named Emma in the kitchen, she’ll provide you clothes you require and she’ll be accompanying you when Luke isn’t around," I guess he had already predicted about Luke taking me with him. He turned to face Luke and said, "See to it you do not expose Lilly’s identity while you are there. The Syrian’s might offer help but we don’t know at what cost. Both of you must be careful."

When I went to meet Emma downstairs in the kitchen I expected to meet someone who was thirty but surprisingly she was around my age. She had short brownish hair and wore round glasses which her ocean blue eyes behind it. Most of the supernatural I had met until were either tall or lean or beautiful in their own way holding supernatural characteristics and it only brought my self-esteem down. Apart from the fact that I was the demon’s soul I was just a commoner here. I didn’t get to pack any of my clothes not only because we didn’t have time but Elvis said I wouldn’t require it.

We were on our way to Syrian now. Luke, Emma, Marc who finally gained consciously, my two guards and another girl in the posh car. Before leaving Elvis had told me that the girl would pretend to be me and stay next to Luke while Emma and I shall reside as their maids, explaining why I was wearing Emma’s clothes. Of course, they wouldn’t disclose the information about Luke having a fiance but it was about having the benefit of the doubt. I could say Luke didn’t like the arrangement as he didn’t say anything about it, instead half the way he made me sit next to him, holding my hand in his despite the stares of our companions.

When we reached the Syrian gate, we were greeted by the out guards informing us that they were awaiting for our arrival. It was a kingdom having different supernaturals cohabiting with each other but as Emma explained I felt there was some sort of cold war in the kingdom. Luke, Marc and the girl whose name I learned was Meredith were separated from us, as maids, we were sent directly to the servant quarters while they headed to meet the current prince of the little kingdom that we had come to.

"Ms. Griffin," Emma said to which I shushed her when we got into our tiny allocated room. She was finding it hard to call me by my name and would often slip up calling me Ms. Griffin. She gave me a sheepish smile and corrected herself, "Lilly."

"We have another person sharing room with us," she said pointing towards a set of luggage in the corner of the room.

"I believe so. After all, there are three beds," I said as I flopped on the bed. So far the place looked okay even though the servants quarters were located underground. The walls were made of rocky stones and lamp like a fire that lit on the walls.

"Are you excited about the wedding?" she asked me and for a second I wondered whose wedding she was talking until it dawned that it was my wedding she was talking about, "It’s been so long since a royal wedding took place."

"Yeah, I’m excited," I replied to her with a smile. I had less than three weeks for that and I had forgotten about it, "I haven’t gone shopping for the wedding yet. Maybe once we return back I’ll have to go look at the shops."

"I would love to assist you if you ever need help on where to go," she offered me as she adjusted her glasses, "I heard you get good clothes here too maybe once your friend gets better master Luke and you could look into it," she suggested and I nodded wondering if it would be okay.

Emma was a good company. Apart from being maid in Elvis’ mansion, she was learning to be an accomplished witch. While Emma and I were talking someone banged the door.

"Yo, new girls" a brunette girl with red streaks walked in chewing something in her mouth and spoke, "Dinner is being served. Come on," she informed us and turned back to head out. We got up following her as she walked ahead of us.

The closer we got to the dining area, the more we heard voices coming out from there with increasing volumes. When we reached there I was sure my eyes weren’t the only one that grew wide looking at the scene presenting in front of us. There were more or less hundred people in the room consisting of men, women and children of different ages. It was a typical scenario where at centre of the wide hall men where fist fighting to check their strength while a small crowd gathered around them. Women gossiping, children playing. Then there were two of them who were beating the life out of each other and it was too gruesome with blood being spilt.

"By the way name is Belinda. Food is served at that side," the girl said leading us through, "This is the commoner’s ground where most workers get their pay and food."

"This looks like barren hell," Emma whispered next to me making Belinda laugh.

"Honey, this is nothing. The main person hasn’t come to start the party yet," she said and I frowned hearing it. We weren’t going to stay here forever so it shouldn’t be a problem, I thought. We got our food and took seat at one of the tables, "Just stay clear of three people here. One Brock, who is way short-tempered and controls the underground, I mean the people here. Two Annie, who is a total bitch in the mansion knowing you both are going to work there it’s better to be careful. And lastly Jamien, who is the youngest prince-" she was interrupted by food flying across us and continued,

"If you do that, life here can be easy to survive."