chapter thirty-three

Samantha starts to dig into Eleanor. She had tried severally to ignore the energy she felt around her twice but it kept reoccurring to her.

She wondered why Arthur had neither felt it nor suspected a thing. Or had he felt it but chose to ignore just because he hated the human girl or was his hatred for her clouding his sense of smell.

Whichever one it was; Sam was desperate to get to the root of it all.

After meeting with Maxwell Murray, she had hurriedly parted ways and headed over to Arthur’s house knowing he was still out with his human mate.

“Hi Ma’am,” the maid servants greeted as she entered. On Arthur’s orders, she was to be let in without any questions.

Sam couldn’t have been more delighted with this power Arthur had invested on her.

“Catherine, your face looks so rough…what happened to you…come let me have a look…” Sam asked warmly.

“Oh ma’am, my make-up powder finished and I haven’t had the chance to get them yet.”

“Oh poor Catherine. Don’t worry, I got you some.”

She handed