Would anything ever go my way? I thought as a knock sounded on my door.

“Who is it” I called impatiently as I broke away from Kartik.

“It’s me.” A quavering little voice answered. It was just Emily. I had nothing to fear. I called her in.

Her face bore a look of contempt as she stepped in. Although I couldn’t imagine why, she glowered at Kartik.

“Yes, what is it!” I snapped. I was rather busy at the moment.

“I’ve only come to say that your grandmother is calling for you in the sitting room”

“Oh, all right,” I sighed. “Kartik.” He grumbled his disagreement.

“Kartik?” He sighed and slowly removed his hands from beneath my chemise. I strolled past Emily out of the room and went to meet grandmamma.

She was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. She had an impatient look on her face, but there was something else the too. Something that clearly said Heavens, Gemma! Why do you look like that!?

I looked down at myself and realized why. My hair was everywhere, I was slick with sweat and my corset was off. I sighed once again and looked up, ready for her to begin her tirade on my unsightly looks.

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“What are you doing!?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Your job from the Rakshana was simple. Kill the girl and flee.”

“Maybe I would have Emily, had you not interrupted” Kartik replied, ice forming on his every word. He then stood, drawing up to his full height, But Emily did not back down. Intimidation did not work on her, at least not when she was as livid as now.\

“You could have still done it!” she replied, her eyes blazing with rage. “ You could have done it earlier! But yet you decide to indulge yourself in her body before-“

“And why should I not have enjoyment before she dies? Why should she not be of use to me?”

“Just go – now! She is coming”

He launched himself out the window, followed by Emily’s piercing glares. If it had been left up to her, Kartik would never have this job. It was too important for him

Why give it to the traitor? He came back on hands and knees, so what? According to the Rakshana, he was perfectly place for the job. An intimate relationship, as close as possible but unbeknownst to her family. If they had just let her do it, things would have been quik, simple and easy. But according to them, she was just a maid. Just a maid? She snorted. She’d show him. Then the doorknob turned.

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Author's note: Ridiculously short, I know. I'm just trying it out. let me know if you like it or not in reviews and i'll try to get another chapter up within the week. A longer one. say good things!!