My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 34

"Morning little mouse, had a good night’s sleep?"

"Like a kitten. If I knew training could make one sleep like a dead, I would have started ages

ago. Lyd working today?" Lyra gratefully takes the large plate stacked with waffles and fresh

fruits Jaze offered her upon entering the kitchen.

Jaze shakes his head." He decided to run laps today. Didn't I tell you he's crazy."

Doing a mix between a grunt and a sigh Lyra managed to make a noise resembling a dying

animal that made Jaze laugh and nearly choke on his food. She only shrugs her shoulders as an

answer then starts shuffling food into her mouth in very un-lady like manner. Moaning she

shoves in another fork full loving the taste of waffles together with the sweet fruits, totally

ignoring a coughing Jaze.

"If waffles can make you sound like that, I wonder what else can."

Lyra barely avoids choking mid-chewing but turns slightly red around the ears, cheeks and

throat from the unexpected innuendo. Lydoran’s comment made her blush but seeing his

amused silver eyes and half-dressed state from training it only makes it worse. Did not help that

Jaze found the whole thing hilarious.

"I bet you are a closet perv." Jaze says from out of nowhere and thus adding to the already

embarrassment of Lyra.

"You think so?" Lydoran asks with interest, quick to follow, knowing very well what his blood

child is doing.

"It usually is the quiet ones or so I've heard." Jaze continues with much credibility and a serious

face to match.

Feeling scrutinized under their gaze she can't finish her breakfast and pushes the plate away.

Face is still heated and won't go back to normal as long as they keep on talking like that. Lyra

knows Jaze loves to tease and his blood father isn't one to decline when fun is offered on a

plate. Her getting all embarrassed only fuels their mischievousness further.

"You really are cute when blushing, love." Lydoran leans in closer and looks at her face.

"Okay, that's it! I think it’s time for me to leave now and thanks for the breakfast." Lyra speaks

in a rushed manner, stumbling over some words, and quickly cleans her plate and nearly runs

out of there. Their laughter follows her out. But she knows they didn't laugh out of cruelty.

Smiling she shakes her head at them. Walking out from the small library through the hidden

door, separating this part from the rest, she stops to admire the hallway as light surrounds her.

The site of the mansion itself with its spacious rooms and impressive windows will never cease

to amaze yet living in the old servants’ quarters without windows or the grandness feels more

home. Safer. She greets one of three maids on her way outside. They all live here and have

been assigned a room each as a thanks for keeping everything in pristine shape but rarely are

they seen. Rarely has Lyra seen any of them beyond the hidden door but they do know who

they're working for. Guess privacy is the reason.

"Love, wait."

Hand on the door handle she's about to step out when his voice interrupts her. A childish

thought pops up in her head and she quickly turn, sticks her tongue out then dashes outside

laughing like a toddler.

"Is that how you will play then sure, I'll play." He shouts and starts running after her. Running

faster she aims for getting far enough ahead to hide in the vast garden out the back but strong

arms snatches her around the waist and lifts her up in the air making her let out a squeal like

scream.

"Let me down, Lyd!" she tries to demand but laughs too much.

"You can't outrun me, love." he says cockily. "Now your punishment for running. “setting her

down he holds her firmly with one hand snaked around her waist and tickles her mercilessly

with the other. "Say you give or I continue."

"Never!" she says defiantly to which he responds by torturing her even more. He lays her down

on the ground and uses his weight to keep her down then tickles her with both hands.