Cyrus smiled as he came over to the table, looking down at the poor girl,taking in the fear that wafted off of her â€œMmmm such a lovely scent you have Emma...â€ his voice rumbled from his chest as she smiled at her, making sure she could get a good look at his fangs. Her gasp made his heart race, yes he was going to enjoying play with this one.<br/><br/>â€œWhy don't you run off and bug someone else Aslyn?â€ he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, not looking up from where he held the terrified girl's eyes. Without giving the Fairy a second thought he began his brand of fun. â€œTell me Emma....do you like art? My daughter is an artist and I want some honest opinions on her work....â€ his grin chilled the poor girl to the bone as he leaned in close, dragging a clawed nail up her throat.<br/><br/>â€œI...I...love artâ€ she stammered out, her statement ending in a whimper, â€œPlease just let me go...â€ she pleaded.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for her pathetic whimpering and cowardice only excited Cyrus more, â€œHush now child..if you are good through this I may let you live....â€ his tone hinting only at his own pleasure and not showing an sincerity to his statement.<br/><br/>Her cries would fill the night until finally she broke and was his new play or more the point his daughter's new best friend. That was his plan anyway.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Eve sighed as she sat there holding the phone, staring blankly at the device in her hand, â€œTea Ms. Roberts?â€ came the soft voice of her maid.<br/><br/>â€œNo...Miriam. Thank you though. Um....what time is it?â€ she always had a hard time keeping track of the time.<br/><br/>â€œJust past 9pm Ms. You should really eat something you know...â€ the maid spoke softly as she sat the tray of tea before Eve, blatantly ignoring her decline for the beverage. Eve noticed she did this a lot, as if she only took her instructions from her father and Eve was merely to be humored but never really obeyed. Which was probably for the best, especially since Eve found it, unsettling that she could see Miriam. Just how she saw the monsters and demons that plagued her as a child and occasionally still, she could see her maid. It was different though, her maid was not scary at all, just not all together human. Sharp angular features and pointed ears and hair that shimmered even when there was no light, hauntingly beautiful really.<br/><br/>Sighing Eve took the offered cup of tea, sipping it knowing it was already to her liking and at the perfect temperature, seemingly like magic. â€œI am pretty sure you already have something cooking...â€ sniffing the air focusing now for the first time. â€œRoasted quail stuffed with their own eggs covered in herbs and paired with potatoes and asparagus in a butter garlic sauceâ€<br/><br/>Miriam smiled, â€œMistress's nose is amazingâ€<br/><br/>â€œI told you Miriam if you must address me as something, Ms will be fine. Ok?â€<br/><br/>â€œOf course Ms, Please enough your tea while I check on your dinnerâ€ with an expert curtsy she exited the room leaving Eve with her thoughts. Which entailed wondering about the man who claimed to be her father. Would she ever meet him? Was he even really her father?