“Burglars!”
Violette had never seen someone who would get wound up so quickly, despite the fact that she worked with people everyday. Some ofthem could be beyond belief dramatic. But this woman, well, she had a reason to be so.
“No, we're–” Violette didn't have time to finish as the angry lady swung a silver plate in the air. “No, wait! Let me explain, please.”
“Get out of my house!” The shout, sharp and grating like the creak of a door, echoed off the walls.
“We're not burglars, I'm sorry…We just needed a pla–” She didn't finish as a crystal wineglass flew towards her. “We're not here to harm you.” Violette took a few nervous steps back, her head spun in Dante's direction. “You are not going to help me?”
The vampire restlessly was watching the show from his seat.
“No,” he said and his smile grew even wider than before.
“Really?!”
“I thought you knew how to deal with it.” He got up with his wine glass, retreating in the opposite direction of the fight.
Another piece of dishes flew at Violette, though she awkwardly dodged it.
“I said get out!” The woman stepped closer, her nostrils flaring.
Violette still tried to reason with her, though she clearly didn't want to hear a word from her mouth. “Please, stop this, we are not here to hurt you…”
“I don't think she shares your intentions,” said Dante with an indifferent voice, leaning towards the wall.
“Fine, youwere right. It wasn't the best idea. Lure her back!” Violette shot back.
It was hard to admit, but she couldn't control the situation and protect herself at the same time. She was not in a position to use her magic wand against the person who was just defending herself, but keeping it up like it was wasn't an option as well.
“Oh, no…” A dramatic expression crossed Dante's face. “I thought it's a bad thing to make people follow my orders.”
“Dante! Lure her!”
He didn’t make a move.
“Please, Dante!” Violette screamed as the angry lady was close enough to hit her with a big silver plate.
Snap!
The sharp sound of two fingers cut the air. Violette opened her eyes – the woman with the tray above her head froze in place.
“It brings you fun, doesn't it?” She bent her brows.
Dante contentedly shrugged and sat back in the chair.
“I admit unluring her was a bad idea, but the worst one was to lure her from the start. You are a terrible person.” Violette greeted her teeth.
It didn't look like Dante was about to defend himself, no, he stayed completely cool.
“By the way, it seems you're in a good mood today,” she went on, eyeing him with narrowed eyes. “What caused it?”
“You are just too much fun,” he said unbothered. “Are you hungry?” He tried to switch the topic of the conversation, although the question seemed to be reasonable.
Violette's gaze dropped to the table, there was so much food – meat, snacks and desserts, and she knew nobody invited her to this feast and this house but she was starving. She took another look at the table trying to find an excuse to refuse to eat.
Dante raised his eyes to her. “Little Witch, we have to go in fifteen minutes. If you want to eat, just sit. If not, still sit because it's annoying.”
Her eyes found his as she quietly said, “They are watching…”
