Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 72: Before the hunt

The corridors grew silent as the guests began to retire to their assigned rooms.

Ruelle had been led to where Lady Maxine was sharing her room with her, but the vampiress hadn't returned to the room. Unable to rest, she had decided to take a short walk. The silence around the place made way for her thoughts. She reflected on the reckless and defensive promise she had made in the dining room.

"Brilliant, Ruelle. Truly brilliant. Why not promise to wrestle a werewolf next while you are at it?" she muttered to herself.

Pride had tripped her tongue and now it left her pacing the corridors like a ghost. Just because she had been given a seat at their table did not make her one of them. She would always be a lowly human in their eyes.

If she survived tomorrow, she swore not to open her mouth when vampires were involved.

Ruelle paused near one of the tall windows, her reflection faint against the glass. Beyond the window, a single lantern burned in the direction of the stable, its light swaying with the wind.

Walking into a room, she found the back door of the mansion. Her hand reached for the doorknob and she was about to turn it when a voice stopped her.

"Miss Ruelle."

Ruelle turned and caught sight of the head of the servants, Maude. The woman stood in her dark gown, her face expressionless but composed, as she stared at the human.

"Do you need something?" Maude inquired.

"No. I was just taking a walk," Ruelled answered before adding, "I couldn't sleep."

The older woman didn't respond, but her gaze stayed on the young woman. And the silence only made Ruelle feel as if she was in a place she was not meant to be. As if the housekeeper disapproved of her presence.

"You shouldn't be out like this," Maude stated, her eyes void as her voice, which carried a touch of discipline in it.

"My apologies. I didn't know it was off-limits, I—" Ruelle's words halted when Maude walked to one side of the room. The woman then picked up a shawl before walking back to where she was.

Without warning, Maude draped the shawl around Ruelle's shoulders. "The weather at this hour is colder than it feels inside," Maude said, adjusting the shawl with surprising care. "And your shoulders are nearly bare at this hour. It might bite you."

The gentleness beneath the scolding surprised Ruelle, causing her to blink. She murmured, "Thank you…"

"If you must walk, stay near the lanterns and not go beyond it," Maude suggested with a stern voice before offering a bow and disappearing out of the room.

Ruelle then stepped out of the back door and felt the night chill brush against her cheeks. She made her way towards the stable, listening to the rustles of the leaves and the wind.

Reaching the stable, she was quickly greeted by the scent of hay and wet ground, which felt familiar and comforting. There were several stalls which had magnificent looking horses tied to them. Coming to stand before one of the stalls, where a dark brown-coated horse lifted its head, Ruelle whispered, "Hello there."

She carefully placed her hand on the horse's neck. The horse accepted her touch without complaint.

"You are far braver than I am," Ruelle murmured. "You're probably used to being chased by vampires."

It wasn't as if she hadn't ridden horses before, but the thought of vampires hunting her down like a rabbit tomorrow worried her.

stable, half-shadowed by a hanging lantern, she spotted a workbench cluttered with tools like axes, a saw, and a crossbow with several

she moved towards the tools and picked up the crossbow. There was a bullseye hanging on the other side of the

I won't be stabbed in ten seconds," Ruelle

the bow, she realised it was heavier than she had expected. She had seen some of the seniors use it and she mimicked the posture

arrow back against the string, and when she released it, the arrow flew for half

rare combination," a familiar voice drifted from the stable entrance,

Lucian witnessed that. She

just to mock

the stable, each footstep

muttered under her

fallen arrow, and examined it with cool detachment.

the hunt,"

it wrong." Lucian said this while ignoring her earlier words. His hand reached for

then released the string in a single fluid breath. The next moment, the arrow embedded itself into the bullseye with

Lucian remarked, handing the crossbow back to her. What did he mean by that? She asked herself. "Pull another

he stepped behind her shoulder. He instructed, "Don't lift your elbow so high. Keep your wrist firm. And breathe before you release, not after. You are angling it upward which is why it

did as he instructed, her fingers clumsy on the wood as she tried to steady

did you mean… it

would have taken interest.

and drew the

heard Lucian speak behind her. She turned startled when she felt his cold fingers brush her elbow,

a second thought and released the arrow. Though this time the arrow didn't plummet into the ground like last

be watching tomorrow's hunt?" she asked, remembering

watch you get caught in the first minute," Lucian didn't hesitate speaking his

team?" she muttered, frowning as

his eyebrows and asked, "Are you asking me to cheer for

her. She knew Sawyer, but he would cheer for his sister.

than most of them, at least." After a pause, he said, "Now pick another arrow, Belmont. Let's see if we can get you to survive past the

slowly as she tried to mimic the same angle Lucian had used moments before. She released the arrow, but it

she asked, "What were

his hands slipping into his coat pockets, his stance relaxed as he watched her struggle. "And you—what was with the extra name?" His voice

a hole into her head, she explained about the minister, the wine and the pot

from Lucian, his gaze on her unreadable. He then said flatly, "Your grip is

slid past her side to help her reposition her hold on the crossbow. His right hand then held her hand that gripped the

breath brushing her cheek as he corrected her aim. He drew the arrow back before

through the air and struck

up even though

she

His eyes narrowed by a fraction, pupils tightening as if her sudden joy had caught him off guard. He blinked once almost dismissively, before stepping back

for tonight," his words came out clipped. "Go get some sleep.

tip," Ruelle said quietly