Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 110: The Rearrangement

Dark clouds hung heavily in the sky, leaving a shadow over the grounds of Sexton. Lanterns hanging on the lampposts burned as if they would drive away the shadow the winter had brought in.

Ruelle stood in the garden beside Dane, the chill brushing against her cheeks. Her thoughts lingered on what he had told her. She had never heard of anyone surviving corruption until now. Lucian had always seemed too composed for anyone to suspect something like that living quietly beneath his skin.

She asked softly, "What are the chances... that the corruption takes full effect, even if it is separated?"

"Considering it was our experiment that worked, it is hard to say," Dane replied. And when he noticed the look of worry on her face, he placed a gentle hand on top of her head. He smiled faintly, "Lucian’s will is stronger than his corruption. He will survive."

Ruelle nodded, but a thin thread of unease curled through her chest. Bringing nothing but misfortune, her father’s voice echoed in her mind.

Just then, the rumble of wheels broke her thoughts and she watched a carriage made of teak wood and wrought iron roll through Sexton’s gates. Changing the subject, Dane asked,

"Do you know how many people your father owes money to?"

Ruelle shook her head. "I am guessing quite a few over the years."

Previously, she had believed she could run away from Sexton. But now it seemed the world beyond Sexton carried just as many traps. With the way things were, the chances of her crossing paths with someone her father owed felt frighteningly high.

Then a thought crossed her mind and she looked at Dane. He had asked her to call him Brother Dane... yet he had never once spoken of ending her time in Sexton.

Dane noticed her gaze linger and tilted his head slightly, a faint question in the gesture. Before she could ponder more about it, one of her classmates called her,

the direction. "Mr. Mortis said to

to leave. I need to get back to my meal too," Dane

returned his smile and replied,

her way towards Mr. Mortis’s office,

Sexton hasn’t given you a moment’s rest, Edmond," the minister remarked as he stepped into the office. "One would

what do we owe the

am not here for the ball," Griswold replied, removing his gloves finger by finger. "I am

Mr.

understand she is not scheduled for formal placement until later next month," the minister continued casually, as though discussing a delayed shipment. "But with the festivities tomorrow, I thought it might be agreeable to arrange her company for the evening. A

these were not unfamiliar within Sexton’s walls. With the proper price, some students were

made her acquaintance at a recent gathering and was quite taken by her," Griswold said, a faint smile touching

as he raised

Griswold replied unfazed. "I am aware she has connections with families but I am prepared to

this wasn’t about a human. He began,

a hand as though brushing aside a minor inconvenience. "Just have her sent to the private room tomorrow evening. Let her know the minister wishes to see her. If this is beyond your reach, I

Mortis gave it some thought before responding, "I

walked towards the door. "Do you know if she

have

replied. "I can wait until

his gaze moved absently down the corridor before it paused on a pair of

while they spoke to each other. The minister’s