Trashes of the Counts' Families || Trash of the Count's Family || OC

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A knock sounded at the door. The assassin's face brightened since this would put her in problems if someone saw her and it might give him a chance to escape the clutches of this crazy bitch. But he noticed that the so-called Trash Adara was also smiling. There's only one person who can walk so quietly, she thought. "Come on in, Ron. Got a rabbit for you."

The door opened with only a small creak. Ron was there, the steak on a platter in his hand. His smile was vicious as he realised what was happening. He put the platter down, next to the basket she had left earlier. And stepped towards the opened library. "So, you found the hidden passageway then?" he asked, smiling.

The assassin's heart sank into his aching stomach.

"Yeah," she casually responded. "Found this punk hiding in there, waiting to slit my throat."

"Oh, we cannot have that," Ron said.

She quickly changed her position, using one hand to hold both of his wrists, and the other hand to grab his hair so she could drag him out of the passageway. He flinched at the nimble fingers pulling at his hair.

"Where does the passage end?" she asked, getting straight to the point, now able to properly look at Ron.

"Why, the Young Master's room."

That's a coincidence, she thought. There are no such things as coincidences. "You chose this room," she said, vaguely remembering what Hans said. "Why?"

The assassin felt his frustration growing at the fact he was being ignored. He opened his mouth, but before he could even speak Adara pulled harder on his hair. "You shut up," she hissed between her teeth.

Ron smiled. "I chose this room a long time ago, I am only slighted disappointed you haven't found the passageway sooner."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Had more important things to do," she muttered. But why? What benefit did it have for us to have a passageway connecting our rooms? Except, that raises the question, who made this passageway and are there more? She dismissed the thoughts from her head, her eyes falling on the assassin in her grasp. "What is the easiest way to kill someone without spilling blood? I rather like this nightdress."

She had been speaking so casually, the assassin did not realise at first that it was his blood that was going to be spilt.

"That would be choking," Ron helpfully answered.

"And then what?" Her eyebrow raised. "Will he be fed to the Man-Eating Tree never to be seen again?"

The assassin wasn't familiar with the Man-Eating Tree, but he was sure it wasn't entirely pleasant.

Ron had a curious frown on his face. "I had not originally thought of that, though it is an interesting way of disposing of the body."

Adara was also frowning. "I don't like it." Memories came forth from something Cale had said earlier that day. "Say, your son, Beacrox, he likes torturing people, right?"

Ron nodded, surprised she knew this about his son. "Yes, he specialises in it. Do you need information, Young Mistress?"

"No. I know why my head's on display for all to see in the Underworld. I just thought he'd want to have some fun with him. But if he doesn't want it, then maybe the Tree is the right answer," she mused, the assassin only feeling the slow feeling of foreboding.

"Oh, I am sure he will enjoy the gift. Just hand me the pathetic excuse of an assassin and I'll hand him to Beacrox," Ron was smiling, his arms opened wide.

Adara let out a small sigh. Happy she would be able to get rid of the assassin, and happy she didn't need to worry about the blood. But she was tired, and all she wanted to do right now was eat, and sleep. There were no other assassins, and none would be as brazen as this one to show up while she was under Count Henituse's protection, so she could, in theory, sleep peacefully tonight. Though she knew she would not be able to.