Chapter 22: Wanted
Zane made his way back to the main house. He was sure that the wife and kids of the count were still inside, so he walked up the stairs and got to the door of the main room.
Knock knock.
He knocked on the door twice and pushed it open, his footsteps heavy and slow. Though he didn’t know it, there was a deathly aura around him now.
His presence immediately woke the wife lying on the bed, and when she saw him standing there in her room, she shrieked.
"Arghhhhhhhh!" She grabbed the folds of the bed and folded her legs, her body trembling and her eyes locked on him.
But Zane didn’t speak. He noticed the makeup table against the wall opposite the bed, an apple that had been left there, and a knife beside it as well, as if someone had wanted to eat it that night and left it.
Fruits here don’t go bad quickly. Mana helps keep them. He recalled a tiny detail of the world. He walked to the table, picked up the apple and the knife, and slowly cut a slice.
He was so slow and careful with it that it pulled her attention to the apple. She watched as the wetness clung to the blade and as his finger took out one piece.
He chewed on the apple slowly, and after swallowing, he finally spoke. "You screamed and no one came. I’m sure that’s enough time to realize that there’s no one coming."
The moment she heard that, she froze, realizing it was true. Someone should have come by now—guards, someone—but no one had.