I blanked for a second, too mesmerized by his face and knowing he was my match, before his name registered.
Who?
I stuttered, “Wha...what?”
He raised an eyebrow at me, his face tightening a bit. “My name. It’s Onyx Trudeau.”
My hand went to my heart. A low blood born, who had risen to mid blood born status by sheer will.
I breathed out, “I’ve heard of you.” I couldn’t help but smile at him.
He seemed to relax a bit and smiled at me again. He really had a beautiful smile.
“Well, let’s get this business taken care of. Would you be moving in with me?”
Without thinking twice, I blurted out, “Yes please.”
He looked startled for a moment than laughed. Such a wonderful feeling, hearing him laugh for me. I hadn’t realized I still had my hand at my heart, until he glanced down at it, making me fidget.
“I’m sorry. I must be embarrassing to you. I’ve just heard wonderful things about you, rising in the ranks to become a suit.” I felt giddy again. “That is such a feat.”
He laughed and shrugged. “Just trying to have a better life.” He glanced over me again, making me self-conscious. “We will sign the papers, make you my legal wife, and then we can make plans to have your things brought to my house.”
I was not looking forward to that conversation with Mr. D’Avare, but hopefully I would be able to get things packed and moved before my father arrived home today. He usually stayed out late three days a week. Hopefully, this would be one of those days.
I called the house to instruct the staff to have my belongings packed and what things to pack. I had no intention of bringing everything with me. I knew I would have to downsize. Heck, I was actually considering ordering some mid blood born clothes so I could blend in better. Yes. That seemed like a good idea. I would have a new home, and a new life. I was excited for what was to come.
Chapter 3
Onyx’s POV
Dreya was not what I expected. First, her appearance. She, like me, had a rare trait to her. Red hair was extremely rare. My blue eyes came from my grandfather, which, surprisingly, was not passed down to my father. I didn’t understand the genetics in it, but Grandfather always liked to say, “We are a rare breed, Onyx. We were made special for a reason.”
If that were the case, did that mean Dreya was special for a reason?
The second thing I notice about Dreya? She was energetic, silly, fun, and literally like a breath of fresh air. But maybe this was just an act. I would find out once we lived together. She had appeared a little too excited when I suggested she move in. She was on her phone within seconds calling someone from her household to ask them to begin packing her things. Her instructions also told them only focus on certain belongings.
My home was not large like an estate. Aristocrats lived in large estates. Low blood borns, the workers, lived in flats or small one to two bedroom homes. When a vampyr couple had a child, they could upgrade to a two-bedroom home. Suits lived in more moderate sized homes, also depending on an heir.
I observed my blood bride while she spoke. I did not think she would be so eager to leave her home, but maybe that would change when she arrived to mine and saw what she was in for. She was, after all, an aristocrat. And not only an aristocrat, but a D’Avare. She probably had all the finer things in life. Things I would not provide for her.
I was raised as a low blood born, meaning I had the basics and I survived with the basics. Once I began slowly moving my way up to the mid blood born level, I bought things for aesthetics, mainly. I would occasionally splurge on things, mainly for my mother or grandfather, to show my accomplishments.
Dreya was talking animatedly, her hand moving wildly in the air as she spoke. Her hair was pinned back at the sides, but fell in reddish brown waves, as she correctly noted, down to just past her shoulders. I had a wild urge to reach out and grab her by the hair, and lick up her neck. But I held myself back, and reprimanded myself that she was just a blood match. Nothing more. She was that scoundrel’s daughter. She was tainted as his heir.
She stood tall and elegant as aristocrats do, with a silky white buttoned-down blouse with black sweeping flair pants. Her look appeared more casual than most aristocrats, but she could just be dressing down. She was not seen out in public much, and to be fair, this did not call for a gala-level dresscode.
We talked for about thirty minutes while waiting for the legal paperwork to be delivered. Once signed, we were ready to go.
I escorted Dreya to my car. I did not have a driver, nor had the need for one. I could afford one if I had the need, but I actually enjoyed the independence of driving myself. As a low blood born, when your only options were transits or walking, driving your own car was a statement in itself.
When I held the car passenger door open for Dreya she looked surprised, but pleased.
Once I got into the driver side, she started talking animatedly. “Would I be able to learn to drive? I wasn’t allowed to learn, and had to rely on Bernard, Father’s, I mean, Mr. D’Avare’s, driver.”
I glanced to her at the correction in title, but didn’t ask further about it. “I may not have time to teach you, but Gene, one of the house staff, might be able to help you learn.”
Her smiled dipped at first when I said I wouldn’t be able to help, but then she grew excited when I offered Gene’s assistance.
