The Mistress' Revenge

Professor Hank

"Pray tell me what possessed Versailles to send you over. Were you so unsightly?" I reached for the lighter to light up the bud of my cigarette. My eyes were locked onto my newly found, subject of disdain.

"What can I say? Perhaps, she needed someone better to get the job done," he shrugged. He sat with one leg on top of the other, with his hands finely clasped against the leather of his thighs.

"In what world, are you better, Fass," I couldn't help but laugh at the very thought. Lord Fassano wasn't even a noble. He was a clergyman who Versailles found amusing. Amusing enough to have bestowed him a title and raised him to the ranks that were given to those with credibility, valour, and power. Fassano was a rat who picked on the filth of his kin.

"The righteous do not sing their own praise, my Lord. But I would assume, you wouldn't know better," he chuckled. The cheek.

"Have you forgotten your place, as soon as you stepped in the human realm, Fass. Or were you always this insolent and ignorant?" I raised a brow at him.

"My place, Sire?" He laughed, his scar less mug imitating the false charm that he always used when women, especially Versailles is around. "Why, we are both the same vermin, I believe. You just happen to have a little money back home, while I try to make my own," he chided.

"Do not test my patience. I am not as forgiving, as you might think," our glances met and for a moment the room was met with silence.

I found a safe hotel room for the meeting. When Fassano came with the 'new student' bullshit, I figured out what he was here for. To make sure I get the job done.

"You are going to tell me if you have found the soul of Lady Vanya's body. Or, I shall do it myself," Fass challenged. As if.

"It's safe to say I have the 'thing' under my wraps. Why don't you go back to the palace, and tell my wife that I shall return sooner than she anticipated?" I didn't want Fassano failing me. Especially at Montreal State. There was a good probability that he might run into Jane. And then, everything I have worked for so far will be ruined.

"So desperate to send me home? Think I might just take your place, My Sire?" Fass smirks. The cheeky bastard hasn't learnt his manners despite being an official in the high society.

"Do not forget, Fass. If you have pledged yourself to my liege, Lady, I have married her," I said. For a moment his lips remained pressed into a line.

"And who's to say all marriages work?" He was treading difficult currents.

"Don't you dare," fury erupted into sparks from my fingertips. They circled into marvellous connoisseurs, around Fass. Their flames licking at his leather, burning it.

"Mercy, my Lord," he begged, the fear apparent. Not so easily.

"You will learn to hold your tongue. Do not forget, I am the First Son, of the Canton House. I was blessed with the power of the Sacred Breath. And you will not look down upon me," heat surges through my being.

"I will, my Lord," he hesitates as I snap and the flames die.

"Licking ass will only get you so far. I know what you do when you are not with Versailles. Think she'll be happy to hear about it?" I stood up from the couch, walking closer to where Fass sat mortified.

"Do you think I am an idiot being married to a woman who cheats on my back with weasels like you?" I wrapped my fingers around his throat, and he struggled.

"You move, or scream, and the next thing you know you will be dead in a realm where nothing can save you. Not even Versailles," I slithered.

"If you are going to be a help to me, I want you to find everything about this girl. We get through Vanya's soul through her," a playful smirk danced on his lips.

"Corin Sanchez. Do whatever it takes to get to know her," I smiled. The fool that Fassano is. That's the trouble with people who are made to take orders. They don't know anything except to follow.

"Your words are my command, My Lord," he struggled to speak. And next, he disappeared from the room.

I sat there with my fingers in my hair. I can only sidetrack Fassano for so long. Once he seduces Corin, he will figure out. But given the kind of girl Corin is it would be impossible. This is the only reason I favour prudes like her. They make such good distractions.

"I see you have recieved the message, dear husband," Versailles voice hummed into my head. Not this again. She nearly got me exposed and killed in the last one. Her telepathy is going to be the death of me.

Versailles. My darling. I have missed you.

"Liar," she hummed sweetly.

You don't lie to your death, my love.

"So smooth with your words, as always. My bed feels cold without you," she complains.

My love, you'll have to do without. I am trying my best to deliver you the greatest joy in the world. Would you rather make love to me, or kill Vanya and get even?

"My liege husband, how are you always so wise? Indeed, you know me so well," she says.

Likewise, my love. Say what business Fassano has here? Do you doubt my abilities my love.

"He is so good. I never thought he'd be a bother to you. Is he?" She knows what she is doing.

No, my love. But I am afraid Fassano might fall for a measly human.

"How you humour me, my love!" She chuckles.

If only if was reduced to that.

"Enough small talk now. Tell me. Where is Vanya?" Her tone turned cold.

Even if I knew, there was no way I would tell her.

My love, I am trying my best. She might be a student who applied for my hoax course. Some Corin Sanchez's body. Rest assured. I will find her for you.