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Chapter 16 Back To Hell

His mother had asked him to come on Tuesday, so Tuesday it was. After two unsuccessful days of searching for Roxanne, Lancelot resigned to fate with anger and vengeance in his

heart.

He was going to go back to London, but he swore that whenever he came back, he would find her and make her pay

for humiliating him. No matter the cost or time it took. It was exactly 7am when Lancelot and Peter boarded the first class flight from New York, America, to London, England. All through the flight, Lancelot could think of nothing besides the violet eyed American woman and all the drama waiting for him at home..

“…with all that’s going on here…” His mother had said.

Just what was she up to again?

At exactly 2:15pm, Lancelot’s plane touched down London. There was a car waiting for them at the airport.

Lancelot recognised his father’s limosine by the Dankworth name engraved in silver above the plate number. He scoffed, his father had always been one to announce himself. Perhaps, it was because of his mother’s pride. Anywhere Madeline Dankworth stepped into, she made sure people knew and recognised her presence. Just like a hurricane, she was one to leave a lasting effect – whether good or bad depended on how she saw you – wherever she went.

The ride through London to the Dankworth palace was a long and silent one hour journey. One that Lancelot stared out of the window all through. Beside him, Peter continued to answer his calls and discuss with people over the phone. Arranging meetings and cancelling meetings, adjusting Lancelot’s schedules and approving appointments. Lancelot would have glanced over to the man and acknowledged his good work, but he was lost in thoughts.

There was a whole lot waiting for him at the palace, a lot that he would give anything to be away from. The limo stopped in front of Magnificent steel gates. Lancelot knew he had finally arrived home, he could see his mother’s favorite flowers; Ixora, lillies and Alamanda’s planted on opposite sides of the tarred road. As they drove past the gates into the large compound, Lancelot took note of the wandering horses, the garden and the water fountain. His eyes drifted to the feet sculpture of his grandfather, Edward Dankworth the second. Lancelot wanted to smile on memories of the man, he was still an icon and would remain so in Lancelot’s mind. The car came to a halt in front of the mahogany doors of entrance into the Dankworth house. Lancelot took a look at it and sighed, before opening the car door and stepping out of it. Behind him, Peter and the driver sought to put their luggages into place, sorting out Peter’s from Lancelot’s. As Lancelot approached the door, he loosened the silver cuffs on the sleeves of his red shirt and adjusted his collar, removing the first two buttons as well. It was a deliberate effort to infuriate his mother. He knew she would flip on seeing how “improperly” he had walked into her fortress.

slid open, revealing the figure and face of a

was expecting, The older man smiled at Lancelot. The boy he had known all those years ago had grown to be a handsome man, he just wished life had been a bit kinder to the boy. Lee had served the Dankworth house for thirty years. As a young boy, he had come into

You and I know you’re less than happy to see me.” “Perhaps you are right. Your room has always been the hardest to put in order…” He paused and looked over Lancelot’s shoulder with a smile on his face. Lee had always been grateful he had grown to be a tall lean man, or else, Lancelot would have towered above him. “…God only knows the atrocities you have packed in all those boxes!” He cried out, dramatically. Lancelot smiled, a wicked grin on his face. “You and I

much time in the city of atrocities. Whining and dining with all the beautiful daughters

in, fighting back the urge to laugh

her son’s relationship had become strained after … The thought caused Lee to shake his head, he forced his smile back on his face again. It was an event he did not intend to remember, one that changed the Dankworth family for life. “I was hoping I wouldn’t see her till dinner time.” Lancelot said. He stepped into the huge corridor with Lee by his side. The house looked the same, nothing seemed to change in the one week he had been away, not that he expected anything too. Lancelot took one look around the corridor. It was a long and narrow link to the rest of the house. The walls were covered with red wallpapers, and had portraits of Dankworth’s ancestry all over it. It had always been so. Whenever anyone stepped into the mansion, the magnificence and power of the most powerful lineage and royalty of the most powerful werewolf pack, greeted them first. With it, they began

mother’s ever elegant appearance. Even in her sleep, Madeline never failed to radiate riches, aristocracy

her years on Earth, nothing else about her told the world that she was

To Heli…

Chapto 15 mother

chiffon long sleeved shirt. Her hair styled in a neat French plait and her eyes bright and blue. Her both hands were in intertwined

and proper. Lancelot thought. Just the way his

recognised the lady though; Ava Relish.

Lancelot said, after tearing his gaze away from the younger

mother and placed a courtesy kiss on her cheek. To Ava,

mother to postpone her nagging to dinner or after dinner, it meant something big was about to happen. “What is happening during dinner mother?” Madeline’s brows furrowed

your father a lot. So, I called and invite everyone to the house. Your wedding is to come soon after your coronation, there is a lot to prepare for, the earlie. we gather everyone together, the better for us all. Your cousins, aunties and uncles would be here by 7pm latest. I suggest you get all the rest you can

on seeing his unruly