Chapter 33: Under The Same Roof As Him
Though it was the middle of the day, Mr. Mortis’s office continued to say slightly dim. A faint smell of old parchment and candle wax hung in the air, along with the scent of dust that never seemed to settle. Behind his large, aged desk sat Mr. Mortis, his hollow gaze resting on Ezekiel, who stood before him, his expression tightly controlled.
"It was a little stab. Nothing an Elite vampiress couldn’t handle," Mr. Mortis said, his tone as dry as the ancient walls around him.
Ezekiel’s polite smile strained at the edges, a flicker of frustration passing beneath the calm exterior. His voice, though measured, carried an edge of insistence, "But Mr. Mortis, a Groundling raising a hand against an Elite—it sends the wrong message, don’t you think? It undermines the hierarchy that maintains order at Sexton."
"Elites here are taught better than to become baits, Mr. Henley. Sexton’s rules may appear harsh, but they are balanced. Elites, Halflings and the Groundlings cause trouble every once in a while, doesn’t mean it warrants an expulsion," Mr. Mortis replied, leaning back slightly in his chair, as he regarded Ezekiel with a gaze that betrayed nothing.
Ezekiel’s jaw tightened, but he quickly composed himself and stated, "I think of the establishment, Mr. Mortis, of the greater order. It is just that allowing a Groundling to remain after such a bold act might cause disruption. And now she’s rooming with an Elite vampire. Surely, you see how this could create complications?"
Mr. Mortis’s face remained impassive. He remarked, "Miss Belmont chose her arrangement. She is aware of the consequences. Unless there are further instances of misconduct, I see no reason to alter the decision."
Chose her arrangement? Innocent and sweet Ruelle would never do something like that unless she was coaxed! Ezekiel’s fingers twitched at his sides. He had expected compliance, but Mr. Mortis had proven more difficult to manipulate than anticipated. Still, he held his smile. He softly replied,
"No. No further complaints."
"Then I believe we are finished here. Good day, Mr. Henley," Mr. Mortis returned his attention to the papers in front of him.
Bowing stiffly, Ezekiel’s nails bit into his palms as he turned to leave. His thoughts churned as he exited the room. He couldn’t bear the thought of Ruelle slipping further from his grasp, especially now that she was staying under the same roof as another male.
The very image of her in another man’s room gnawed at him, and he would not rest until he found a way to remove her from such a dangerous proximity.