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Chapter 36

Noticing the red drop of blood on the ground, Eve felt her soul slip out of her body.

It was as if everything had slowed down when she saw Lady Annalise angrily making her way to where she was. At the same time, Allie’s hand inched closer to the drop of blood, similar to a small child whose hand reached out to a candy sold at the merchant’s shop.

Eve quickly dropped the flowers from her hand, and it fell on the ground, covering the drop of blood.

“What are you doing sitting there on the ground, Allie?!” Lady Annalise looked furious, and her glare shifted at Eve.

Hearing her mother’s voice, the little girl turned distracted from the blood, and she quickly stood up. Like an obedient child, she held her hands in front of her.

“You,” Lady Annalise took a threatening step towards Eve, while Eve took a quick look at her finger and pressed it against the side of her dress. “What do you think you are doing here? Were my words not clear for you to not understand?”

Eve held a calm expression on her face. She noticed fire sparking from Lady Annalise’s face.

“Good morning, Lady Annalise,” she greeted the woman and said, “I thought I already made it clear that I won’t be accepting your offer.”

“Looks like you leave me no option, but to take matters into my own hands,” Lady Annalise had never come across such an impudent woman before, especially not one who belonged to a poor town like Meadow.

At the back, the butler finally freed himself from the bush that he had fallen on a second ago. Though the thorny bush scratched and pierced through his skin, Alfie looked perfectly fine and wiped the little blood with his handkerchief.

The butler walked up to where Lady Annalise stood, and he bowed, “Milady, what do you think about these flowers to be sent to Lady Margaret?”

Lady Annalise’s eyes snapped at the butler, her glare so intense that had the butler immediately said, “I will look for better ones at the front,” and he started to walk.

“Alfie,” Lady Annalise called the butler in a harsh tone, who quickly stopped while scrunching his face. “You can look for the flowers right here, and not in the front garden.”

She was well aware that the butler was about to go and fetch her stepson. Alfie bowed his head, slowly turning around and walking back to pluck some other flowers.

Lady Annalise then looked at her daughter, who was looking at the ground, not daring to raise her head. But what popped the vein in Lady Annalise’s forehead was her daughter’s dress smeared with mud and dirt on the front of it.

“Allie, get inside and change your clothes. I don’t even want to start on what you were doing,” Lady Annalise ordered her daughter. “Get inside now.”

Allie glanced at Eve, and Eve offered her a small smile of assurance. The little girl walked away from there, disappearing into the back door of the mansion.

Now that Lady Annalise had come to know that the human was late in teaching her daughter, without any prior notice, she said, “How irresponsible of you. Not only do you waste your time by coming in late, but bring her here, to only misguide the etiquette Allie has learned up until now.”

Eve frowned at Lady Annalise’s words. She hadn’t forgotten how the woman had scolded her daughter a while ago.

“I don’t know how any one person can lose their etiquette just by walking in their own gardens. If a child is so quick to lose them, it only means that the child’s previous governesses didn’t do a good job in teaching them,” replied Eve, who wasn’t intimidated by this woman. Maybe she was Mrs. Annalise Moriarty, but Eve didn’t care about her status. If there was one thing that did worry her, this woman was not a human, but a night creature, who could suck her blood out and kill her.

“Silence,” Lady Annalise snapped at the human, and she couldn’t help but want to show the lowly human her place. Her eyes fell on the flowers that were lying on the ground.

Eve’s eyes followed where the woman was looking, and she hoped the drop of blood had dried by now.

“You don’t know what I can do, Miss Barlow. Things that you can’t even imagine,” Lady Annalise was angry and, at the same time, upset that her happiness had been short-lived. Worse, the Dresford girl had even dared to mock her family regarding it.

Eve politely replied to the woman, “I am sorry, Lady Annalise, but I am supposed to answer only to my employer and no one else. I would appreciate it if you discuss this matter with young Master Moriarty, instead of trying to threaten me or my family members. I am only doing my job.”

If only her husband would give her enough authority to overrule her stepson’s decisions, Lady Annalise thought to herself. She couldn’t argue with the human, but she didn’t hold back in reprimanding her,

“As Allie’s mother, I know what is best for her. It would be better if you teach her something valuable in the piano room, like writing and reading books. I can tell that children from your town grow up rolling in the mud like pigs, but we don’t accept it here.”

“I will keep that in my mind, Lady Annalise,” replied Eve without being fazed, which only struck a nerve in Lady Annalise.

All Eve was doing was to take care of Allie. But Lady Annalise opposed the idea. Even though Eve didn’t hail from a wealthy background or high status, she was still rich when it came to manners and how to treat people properly, without considering the clothes they wore or the coins in their pockets.

Eve let her shoulders relax when she saw the woman swiftly turn and make her way back into the mansion.

At least she didn’t need to worry about anything for now, and she looked down at the flowers. Bending down, she picked them all in her hand. She noticed the small darkened spot on the ground. The drop of blood had dried.

The butler had heard every single word of the conversation that just took place between the two women. He didn’t dare to intrude himself in it. After all, that would only warrant his tongue being pulled and cut.

Eve apologized to the butler, “I am sorry about the flowers.” She knew that as the flowers had been dropped on the ground, they wouldn’t be used to send them to anyone.

“Please do not worry. I will pluck the other ones. Let me take those and throw them away,” he stretched his hand with a slight bow.

“Is it alright if I take them with me?” Eve asked him, and Alfie raised his head in slight surprise.

He then nodded, “Yes. It should be alright, milady.”

“Thank you,” replied Eve, looking at the flowers she said, “It would be a pity to throw them away when they were plucked only a few minutes ago,” she smiled.

“Would you like me to bring you tea later to the piano room?” Alfie inquired, and Eve shook her head.

“I think I have had enough tea for the day, but thank you for asking me,” said Eve, and she walked in the same direction where Lady Annalise and Allie had stepped inside.


Chapter 37

Music Recommendation: Red Right Hand- Nick Cave

Back in the far corner side of Meadow town, where the town’s market place was located, people bustled in the streets. Some people were bargaining with the vendors, while most of them walked, leaving a chatter in the air that dulled most of the loud voices.

And while the common people were gathered mostly on the front side of the market which was set up for the humans, there were a decent number of people, who belonged to the other kinds, hovering around the deeper and darker side of the market.

One such person, who strolled in those darker streets was none other than Vincent Moriarty. Unlike the other day, when he had encountered Eve, he didn’t wear a cloak to hide where he came from. His disheveled, silvery hair stood out from the rest of the crowd, making many turn their heads to look at the tall man more than once. He wore dark gray trousers and vest along with a clean white shirt.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Moriarty. It is so good to se—” one of the men greeted him on his way, and received only a glance from the man.

Some of them bowed their heads until he walked past them, while some dared to wish him but received no response. A lot of them quickly stepped away, making way for him and not to be in his path.

“Master Vincent!” A man with a mustache quickly caught up to Vincent from behind, a little out of breath as he had run. “You missed the meeting today. Everyone was waiting for you.”

“I got busy with something else,” responded Vincent.

“Are you here to buy something, Sire?” Asked the man, who worked for Vincent. Vincent turned to look at him and asked him,

“Have you heard a phrase that goes keep-your-nose-out-of-my-business?” The man opened his mouth before closing it. Vincent then smiled, “I am glad that you have. It would have been embarrassing if I had to teach you that, Patton. What happened to the meeting?”

The man named Patton had to keep up with Vincent’s feet, as he had shorter legs compared to Vincent’s long legs.

Patton’s eyes moved back and forth, “Because of your absence and how important it was that you be present, I postponed the meeting for two hours, and decided to look for you.”

“And how many hours have passed since then?” Vincent glanced around, as if he was looking for something or someone.

“An hour and a quarter. I wasn’t sure where to find you,” Patton wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve.

“Good. I should be done with the work here,” stated Vincent, and he started to unbutton his shirt’s cufflinks before folding the sleeves up to his forearms. He didn’t pull out his leather gloves.

Vincent took a left, coming to stand in front of a shop. The merchant of the shop had a bluish-black bruise on his face. On seeing Vincent, the man appeared petrified and gulped.

“You scrawny thing. Did you do what I asked you for?” Vincent demanded from the man.

“I—In the back alley,” the man turned his body in the direction to look back.

Vincent and the merchant stared at each other, and the merchant’s eye shifted to look at the man who was with this silver haired man.

Then came the blunt words from Vincent, “Do you think I am a mind reader? Start walking.”

“Yes, Sire!” The merchant nodded and then turned to the merchant, who was next to his shop. “Take care of my shop. I will be back soon.”

The merchant apprehensively but quickly left his shop and said in a timid voice, “Please follow me.”

Vincent, Patton, and the merchant started to walk in the narrow alley. The ground they walked on was wet and murky, old cans dumped on one side. This was the side of Meadow, which the humans didn’t come to visit or look at, but that didn’t mean it was inaccessible to the other creatures, who liked to walk in and out of this part of the market.

After they took a right turn around the corner, the merchant who was leading the way stopped in front of one of the old buildings that had many doors. The one that they stood in front of, a large lock was placed on it, and the merchant quickly fumbled through his trouser pocket to pull out a key. Unlocking the door, the merchant pushed the door open.

The merchant turned to Vincent and said, “I have tied his hands and legs. It was hard to put him in here.”

Vincent jerked his head towards the room and questioned, “Did you get the right person?”

“Yes, yes,” the merchant nodded his head, “I thoroughly verified before catching him. I found him in one of the inns, drinking.”

“Let us hope he is the one,” replied Vincent, looking at the merchant. “If only back then you would have answered truthfully, you could have stopped your face from turning into a rotten vegetable.”

The merchant bowed his head, hoping to be let off the hook and maybe shift his shop elsewhere to do business so as to avoid crossing paths with Vincent again. A few days ago, he slipped when Vincent had asked him a question that had ended up with the person giving him a punch to his face.

“Forgive me for my behavior that day,” the merchant apologized to Vincent. “I was scared.”

Vincent placed his hand on the merchant’s shoulder, who only froze. He said, “You don’t have to be scared when you don’t have bad blood with me. I don’t care about your relationship with other people. What I care, is me.”

Patting the merchant’s back twice, he finally stepped into the room.

Patton, who quietly followed Vincent from behind, asked him, “Mr. Moriarty, this is a vampire.”

“Were you expecting to find an angel?” Vincent retorted to Patton’s statement.

Chapter 38

Vincent walked forward, and came to stand in front of the shabby-looking man. The person’s clothes were covered in dirt, and his eyes looked sullen. Two windows with grills allowed light to pass into the room.

“Well well well, look who has come here,” commented the man, shackled with chains to the wall. His voice held a roughness and his eyes red, “I should have known that it was you who was behind imprisoning me in here. Moriarty,” he spat.

Vincent took a few steps towards the vampire who was tied, and bending down, he sat on his heels. He stared at the man with a blank expression on his face.

The man laughed and said, “Your family must have been sad. No, shameful. You poor rich people are so easy to break.”

“What’s your name?” Questioned Vincent.

The man huffed, “What are you going to do with my name? I am already here in your little prison. Are you going to kill me? Kill me then. I have no family, if that is what you are going to look for to torture. Nothing against me”

“And I care less about them,” said Vincent, standing up straight. “If you didn’t care about dying, you wouldn’t have tried hard to free yourself in the first place.” He tapped one of his wrists and then looked at the vampire’s hands where the skin had peeled around the wrists.

“So what? You and I both know that death is what awaits me. So you can quit the small talk. Or are you here to know the reason why I did what I did?” The vampire started to laugh before his voice turned serious,

“You all don’t understand how it feels to—”

Vincent sighed and said, “If you are going to cry, I think I shall pass.” He then turned to look at the merchant, who stood at the door. “Open the locks.”

“Huh?” The merchant responded, taken aback by Vincent’s words.

“I don’t have all day,” Vincent slipped his hands into his trousers pockets. While the other three didn’t know what was going on. Patton decided to move towards the wall side, already having a fair idea of what was going to happen next.

Once the vampire’s hands and legs were unshackled, the person didn’t bat his eyes and quickly pounced on Vincent to attack him. The merchant quickly ran out of the space, stepping out of the building. The man who had been held as prisoner until now, his fangs appeared, and his eyes turned bright red.

Vincent caught hold of the man by his neck before pushing the person against the wall with force.

“I will kill you!” The vampire struggled while using all his strength to attack Vincent.

“How ambitious,” murmured Vincent. “Sometimes, even I wish I could have a halo on my head. I think it would suit me well,” he grinned in the end.

“You might have killed one person, that doesn’t mean I don’t have other people,” the vampire warned Vincent. “You should let me free.”

Vincent found the situation to be amusing, and he chuckled, “Do you think I caught you to know why or what? I already know everything. How pathetic.”

The vampire was successful in moving his hand and scratching Vincent’s cheek. Blood seeped out from it. Vincent squeezed the man’s neck before throwing him to the floor in force. The vampire quickly stood up, but this time before he could get close, Vincent punched the vampire’s face.

“Not only pathetic but weak. Pitiful indeed,” mocked Vincent, and this fuelled the vampire.

In less than two minutes, the vampire sat on his knees, gasping for air. Blood was smeared on his lips and body.

The vampire’s dirty nails grew long and sharp, ready to sink into Vincent’s body. But when the vampire took a leap, Vincent raised his leg, and his clean, polished shoe connected with the vampire’s face. The force with which Vincent kicked him, the person’s body flew to the wall and fell to the ground.

“You could have handled the situation differently, by taking your anger on the right person. And frankly speaking,” said Vincent, who had walked to where the vampire laid, helped the man in getting up by grabbing the person’s hair. The vampire winced in pain, “I wouldn’t give any shit if you had taken another approach, but you tried something unforgivable.”

“T-that was something that had to be done,” came the raspy words from the vampire, and Vincent sighed.

The next second, Vincent repeatedly smashed the vampire’s head against the hard and uneven wall of the room. He did it until the vampire stopped moving and let go of the person. Blood dripped from the wall and mostly pooled on the ground near the vampire’s head.

The merchant, who witnessed this, had a look of horror and didn’t dare to move from his spot. When Vincent stepped out of the room, Patton followed him.

“Never seen a person die before?” Vincent questioned the merchant in a calm voice.

“Y-you told to capture him… nothing about killing him,” the merchant stuttered.

“You lied and I hit you. He did something worse, did you think I asked you to capture him so that I could gossip with him?” Vincent raised his eyebrows before he smiled. “We are vampires. This is what we do. You can leave with your lips sealed.” Saying this, he threw a silver coin at the merchant.

Seeing the merchant run away from there, Patton asked worried,

“Sire, if people come to know what you did, it might cause trouble!”

“Remove the evidence. Such a simple solution and to think you will be my right hand man in a few weeks,” Vincent clicked his tongue. Pulling out the handkerchief, he placed his shoe on the nearby can and wiped the blood off of it. “If people do find out, it will be a warning.”

Patton closed the door and locked it. Curious, he asked, “Why did you ask him for his name?”

“To have a cute little gravestone for him,” replied Vincent, and Patton blinked as if trying to understand the person. “What? I am not so heartless.”
Chapter 39

When Eve finished teaching Allie for the day, she packed her things and walked through the empty corridors. She came across some of the servants, who continued to do their job without uttering a word.

On her way, she saw Senior Mr. Moriarty standing outside the entrance with Lennon Morris. The men shook their hands, and with a nod, Senior Mr. Moriarty stepped inside the mansion, while the other man walked away.

Alfie, who had come to wait on Senior Mr. Moriarty, informed, “Sire, Lady Annalise is waiting for you in the family room.” The butler helped in taking off the coat that his master wore.

“Did you get the horse shoe fixed on Morris’s horse?” Questioned Senior Mr. Moriarty.

“I have. Mr. Morris should have no problem on his way to Hollow Valley and will be able to change the shoe,” replied Alfie, and the other man nodded.

“Good,” replied Senior Mr. Moriarty without glancing at Eve. He walked past her with the butler closely following him from behind.

Eve who heard their conversation, stepped outside the mansion, and started to walk on the pavement side. She unconsciously touched her index finger and softly winced. She noticed the dark line, and the area was tender when touched it. Her eyes looked around before placing her finger in her mouth and pulling it out.

When she was heading in the direction where the local carriage often came to a stop and passed by to go to the next town, she crossed paths with Mrs. Walsh, who was with another woman taking a stroll. Eve looked in the other direction as if she didn’t notice them, but the woman did.

Mrs. Walsh questioned Eve with her eyebrows narrowed, “What are you doing here? Still going to houses to seduce the misters and masters of the houses?” came the mocking words from the woman.

The woman’s words had forced Eve to stop and turn to look at them, “I am sorry?” She asked.

“Did you forget what you did before?” The woman who belonged to Skellington demanded with a slight scoff, “Or perhaps you have always tried to get into the pants of the wealthy men with hope to gain money from them.”

“Forgive me, but I think you have got the wrong person,” Eve behaved as if she had no clue who Mrs. Walsh was. She offered a polite smile. “Excuse me,” and walked away.

Mrs. Walsh hadn’t forgotten about the incident. She had tried to get the information printed in the newsletter on how a woman from the town of Meadow was trying to take advantage of the wealthy in the name of being a governess, but the news never got printed.

“I didn’t know you were acquainted with a woman from a low class, Mrs. Walsh,” remarked the other woman, who had accompanied Mrs. Walsh for a walk. “Who is she? She seems to have upset your mood.”

Mrs. Walsh pursed her lips before shaking her head, “A woman who leeched on men.”

“Mm, it seems like women like that are growing quite in number. Such repulsive appearance, one can only tell where the person comes from,” stated the woman as she stared at Eve’s back, and Mrs. Walsh sent a harsh glare before they continued their walk. “What do you think she’s doing here? Hunting her next prey?”

“It is possible,” replied Mrs. Walsh, who turned troubled.

Though it wasn’t openly discussed, rumours were quick to spread in every town. And people in high society had heard about her husband being slapped by a lowly woman. But they had tried to keep the details to themselves. Mrs Walsh didn’t want this so-called governess tarnishing her husband’s reputation.

Away from the two women, Eve had crossed, and she reached the stop for the local carriage. A pole had been fixed with a lantern hanging for the travellers who travelled at night. She turned around and saw the two women had disappeared. A sigh escaped from her lips, and she was glad to be able to slip away without causing any drama.

Eve was well aware that arguing with Mrs. Walsh was pointless because the woman would blindly believe her husband and not her.

And if she tried, it would only leave her in a precarious situation by turning the person into an enemy. People who were wealthy didn’t like anyone offending or pointing fingers at them, especially not one that belonged to Meadow.

Eve stared at the sky that had started to change its colour. All she cared about was making some decent money and pay back the man who had mercilessly killed her mother.

When one of the local carriages arrived, it stopped in front of the pole. This wasn’t the usual carriage that she hopped on, and instead, it traveled in the opposite direction of Meadow town.

“Stop to Hollow Valley!” Shouted the coachman, pulling the reins of the horses.

Eve stepped forward, and the coachman jumped from his seat, ready to let the passenger into the carriage. The coachman said, “Three crowns.”

“Three crowns? Is that the usual fare for one trip?” Eve inquired the man, who took a look at her attire.

“The fair ride is higher for Hollow Valley compared to the other towns. If a person is going to a town like that, one ought to have a few more shillings to spare for the trip,” the coachman and Eve stared at the man before pulling out some more coins. She counted one by one before placing them in the coachman’s hand.

“Thank you, milady,” he opened the carriage door for her, and Eve stepped in.

When she got inside, Eve noticed three men sitting in there, and they were dressed poshly. Having never been to Hollow Valley before, she could tell that the town she was going to visit was similar to Skellington. She remembered Lady Marceline mentioning it.

She wanted to know more about this man, Lennon Morris before she could plan on what to do next. Time being scarce with her job, she decided to follow him here.

By the time the carriage arrived at the town of the Hollow Valley, the sky had turned slightly dark, but the town had only turned alive.

On stepping down from the carriage, Eve came to stand upon the square-shaped stones closely cemented on the ground. The buildings here were high, and most of them had sharp roof tips pointing towards the night sky. Golden lights illuminated from inside the buildings, and the light spilt out through some windows.

There was a slight fog in the sky, and she saw some birds fly, making their way back to their nests.

“Move out of the way!”

Shouted someone, and Eve’s head quickly turned, and she noticed a carriage heading right in her direction. She quickly stepped away before she would be trampled under the horses or the wheels of the carriage.

She noticed most didn’t spare a look at her. She moved to the side, and noticing a man walking nearby, she inquired,

“Kind, Sir. Do you know
But the man ignored Eve as if she didn’t talk to him, walking past her.

She attempted to ask the next person, but she was ignored again. Turning behind, she noticed a window, the surface of the window pane reflected her appearance.

“Okay. I need to blend in,” Eve said to herself, and she raised her hand towards the ribbon that tied her hair. She pulled it down.

Her golden blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. Using her fingers, she combed her hair, making it appear more appealing. She turned back again, this time walking with a little arrogance and noticed a man’s eyes fall on her, who was coming her way.

The man was unable to look away from the beautiful woman.

Eve softened her voice and asked the man, “Kind Sir. Might you know where I can find the nearest farrier? Or maybe blacksmith, to fit a horseshoe?”

The young man appeared stunned that the beautiful woman was talking to him. He nodded and pointed his finger in the direction, “You will find it in the West side of the Hollow Valley, Miss. Would you like me to take you there?”

Eve politely smiled at the man and replied, “Thank you, kind sir, but I wouldn’t want to trouble you. You seem to be a busy man.”

She offered him a bow and walked away, leaving the man to continue to stare at her.


Chapter 40

Eve’s feet were quick to walk in the direction of where the young man had pointed his finger as if she was on a mission and would get to the bottom of whatever she was up to.

The women and men on the streets were quite a looker in their appearance, from their clothes to the other accessories that they carried on themselves. Some of the women were followed by their servants, who carried their things.

On her way, Eve couldn’t help herself from staring at them as the whole town reeked of wealth, elegance along with arrogance.

Walking around a fountain that had no water in it, she climbed three stairs before noticing the Farrier’s shop. Nearing the place, she noticed Mr. Morris standing outside. She quickly hid behind the pillar and took a peek. Mr. Morris was saying something to his coachman, but Eve couldn’t hear a word of what they were speaking because of the distance.

“I will be going to Little Teeth’s Inn. Once you are done fixing this, bring the carriage and park it near the inn.”

“Yes, Mr. Morris,” obliged the coachman.

Mr. Morris then pulled out a coin from his pocket and threw it at the Farrier, who offered him a deep bow. He then started to walk in the direction where Eve was hiding. Eve had her back at him to hide her face. She seemed to be busy staring at the ground below while standing at the pillar that belonged to the bridge.

Seeing the man walking in the direction from where she had come, Eve picked up her things from the ground and started to follow him while keeping a good distance so that she wouldn’t be caught.

With the people who started to increase in number as most were gathered at the centre of the town, Eve tried to keep up with the man, wondering where he was going. She would take her revenge, maybe not today, but she would one day. She clutched her umbrella, while walking steadily.

Mr. Morris crossed from one street to another before entering one of the buildings. When she got closer, she noticed the inn’s name written on a board in the air—’Little Teeth’s Inn.’

Women and men stepped inside the place. A buff and tall looking man stood next to the door who looked like a giant. Eve decided to keep her lunchbox behind a barrel. Knowing the people walking in here, she was sure they wouldn’t steal something so simple and faded.

“Please, don’t go anywhere. I will be right back for you,” Eve whispered to her lunchbox and walked towards the entrance of the inn.

There was already a pair of customers at the inn’s front door. It was a woman and a man. The woman was dressed in expensive clothes, her bosom pushed up to emphasize her already decent-sized bosom of hers. The woman pulled out a golden coin from her purse and waved it in the air for the buff man in black clothes to take it.

“How is the night today?”

“Good,” came the short and gruff voice from the person who was guarding the inn’s entrance door.

“Mm,” hummed the woman.

The man who came with the woman said, “Come, darling. I have already reserved the table for us.”

The couple stepped inside the place, disappearing into the inn. Eve could hear music and chatter that spilt through the door and the inn’s windows.

Taking in a deep breath, Eve made her way to the front of the inn and offered the buff man a smile. The man stared at her, and she cleared her throat. Not willing to part with her coin, she pulled out a shilling from her dress pocket and stretched it for the man to take it.

“Good job working at this hour,” Eve offered the man encouraging words.

When he didn’t make any effort to take the shilling, she sighed, “Okay, I will be generous.” She took five shillings from her dress pocket and brought her hand forward, waiting for the buff man to take it.

But the buff man, who was four times her size, gave her a blank stare as if her actions didn’t amuse him one bit. Eve found it hard to converse with the man and convince him, considering how he seemed uninterested in listening to her.

Eve stepped backwards when she noticed another customer appear at the front, and the person offered two gold coins to the buff man before stepping inside the inn. She looked in the other direction until the person left.

Now that it was just the buff looking man and Eve, she brought her hands forward again. On seeing the man make no effort to move, she decided to test her luck, and her hands inched towards the door.


The buff man had placed his thick hand on the door knobs, and he gave her a stare.

Eve turned a little frustrated, and she spoke to the person in a low whisper,

“I have come from a very very far place. And as I need to get back home, I don’t think waiting here for long would help. Let us come to a common ground with a few adjustments. It will be our secret,” Eve smiled at him before it turned into a sheepish one, as she realized this person wouldn’t budge.

She gingerly slipped her hand into the other side of her dress pocket and took out a silver coin.

“How about we two split this coin? I will pay the next half in three, no two weeks,” Eve raised her hand, bargaining with the man, who didn’t look at her anymore and stared ahead of him.

Gritting her teeth, Eve nodded, “Fine. You can take the coin. Take it. Remember this holds the curse of the tears of the poor.”

And though this time she offered him the entire silver coin, the guard didn’t make any effort to take it.

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