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Patient.
As I mold Luxury into the person she must become, preparing her to complete Gina Whitson’s diary, I find my rough exterior sharpening further.
The sun peeks through the clouds this morning, so it should put Luxury in a pleasant mood while she practices. With a glance at the clock again, I see she is late.
I exhale deeply as the door to the shooting range opens, glower landing on Burt.
“Where is she?” I command.
“Luxury needs to rest, Victor.”
“Nonsense, target practice is therapeutic.”
“For sociopaths,” he assures. “Your How-to-Make-A-Killer-Mate makeover needs to stop.”
“Too cute. Burt, must I remind you of your duty? The cucumber bullshite the other morning gave us all a laugh. You aremybutler, not Luxury’s. She has a throng of maids at her disposal. Your obligations do not include therapy. She’s been through so much. I am helping her.” I begin past him.
“You want her to be like you.” Burt follows me.
“Yes. After her mother’s horrible death,” I say. I have considered how she felt upon viewing Gina’s corpse. It was hard feeling Luxury’s emotions, but I considered the first time Silas made me kill someone. I can only assume the distress was parallel. “She’s also almost finished reading Gina’s diary. If I don’t help her,itwill break her.”
“You’vereadGina Whitson’s diary?” he scoffs.
“Did I say that?”
“Did you?”
“I scanned the journal at first to determine its value. Once it met my expectations, I devoured each word.”
“Value? Pray tell, what is the value of a dead woman’s journal? A woman with no relation to you. How does it concern you?”
I pat Burt’s shoulder with a smile. “Tragedy, Burt the Butler. So much fucking tragedy that—”
“I have still yet to make a connection.”
I sigh. He won’t understand. Burt has always struggled to pull the pieces of me together like a bloody puzzle. Truth be told, he has come the closest, even closer than my parents, my kid brother Graham, or anyone else in my family. I am unlike any other royal. I have dark needs.
“Victor, I have yet to understand your need to read Mrs. Whitson’s diary.”
“All in due time. Tragedy’s written between those pages, Burt. And I’ll be the bloke to remedy Luxury’s shattered heart once she’s concluded the final page.”
“Very well, Victor. Equip the chit with the necessary tools for murder. Although, you may gain more than what you bargained for. I’ll pray that I’m not on holiday when Miss Luxury grows weary of you.”
I chuckle softly. “Oh, we’re having a laugh. Thank you for that.”
“Tosh! You are obsessed.”
“No. Logical. Dynamics, mate, it all has to do with dynamics. Now, where is Luxury?”
“She is helping nurse the newest foal.” Burt sighs heavily.
Inside a stall, Luxury sits on a stack of hay with the new foal. Tears stream down her face as she tenderly rubs the Arabian’s glossy mane. The maid looks to be telling her how to feed the foal. The maid stands up and gives a curtsy. I nod as she steps out.
Luxury’s eyes, though lost, sparkle as she sees me. I realize that she needs rest. Instead of informing Luxury of her tardiness, I step toward her.
My cock responds to the silky invitation in her tone as she says, “I’ve never seen a prettier sight.”
“He is beautiful, and one day, he will be powerful.” I pull at the hip of my tailored slacks before sitting down next to her. As I look at Luxury, I see her potential shining through.You are beautiful, and one day you will be powerful too.
