Coming back to Mrs. Diren was a nightmare.

I did not know why she wanted to see me. The dress was not overdue; I had time until the fifth of November. Now it was the first.

As I waited for a butler to open the doors, like three days ago, I once again looked around. There was something different, but my mind could not pinpoint it. Perhaps it was a garden decoration. The table seemed to be in a different place, or maybe the roses were no longer pink. I really couldn't tell.

"Imrie, come in," a butler opened the doors, and I smiled. My nervous hands kept touching my dark dress. This day started worse than ever.

Not only did I have to see her, but I also had to visit a gentleman on 28th street. He wanted a tuxedo too.

My gaze focused on something that wasn't there when I last visited her. There was a big golden flag with six Warriors. Why was it here? It's not possible that some of them are here. They never visit Barons. As far as I knew, the only way to see them was at the Ball. It's on the 7th of November. Seven more days.

I walked toward the same room when I heard someone yelling something. I didn't pay attention. After all, this is not my house; I do not work here. It's not my responsibility to tend to their wishes.

My hand was on a handle when some hand caught mine. "Hey! I was talking to you," said a voice I never heard before. It wasn't Mrs. Diren's son, no. This was someone new.

I turned to face another person with blond hair and blue eyes. I wished to never see them again. "Sorry, I do not work here. Find someone else," I said almost mechanically. It used to happen like this. My job was to walk from house to house, and naturally, they mistook me for a maid.

"Not that," he said quickly. I took a moment to look at him.

He had dark skin, and his blue hair and eyes were a dark shade, eyes almost like a night sky, but he wasn't in a suit. He was wearing a dark shirt and pants. God. That can't be him.

A Young Warrior.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry. I did not know it was you. What do you need? I will be happy to help," I lowered my head, looking at his strange boots. They were buttoned almost to the middle of his shin. Strange.

My brother had similar ones. He wore them when he had to practice sword balance.

"Do not worry about that," he repeated, "I need you to find Fiord and tell him I had to go." He was already turning to leave. "Fiord?" I asked, confused. "Mister Dion," he yelled and disappeared through the doors.

What the hell just happened? Who was this man? One of the Young? But what was he looking for here? I've never noticed someone coming for visits to people. Never. Ever.

Did I look down the hallway, unsure where to go? Whom do I need to find? Some maid, but where are they?

I looked a few times and went the same way I came. Maybe I will find a butler.

I went through some hallway, lost. What am I doing here? I saw no one.

Come back, Rie. There is no one here.

I wanted to leave, but I didn't. I saw someone. Our Leader. With the old Mrs. Dion. Kissing.

I stood there frozen, my heart beating fast, not sure what to do. I should leave, my brain was telling me, but I could not move.

I watched as he drew his hand down the woman's back and pushed her closer to him. She giggled into his mouth. It disgusted me.

Leave. Now.

My head turned left and right, and I looked where to run. Maybe left. I looked again. He was pushing her onto the couch.

Left, for sure. I ran in that direction, looking at the floor. A rich black carpet filled every inch of the hallway, and my steps were silent.

My breath was not. I could not believe what I saw. I had to be sure to run from here.

Breathing hard, I was in the beginning hallway, and I ran to my room. I had to do this. I needed money. I cannot risk being discovered.

Slamming doors, I pushed myself against them and breathed hard.

What is happening here? One is with a mother, a daughter dreams about the son, he is leaving, and the brother is fighting with him. Did I catch this, or is there something more?

"What do you think you are doing?" A sharp voice surprised me, and I jumped, scared.

Oh, God. "Mrs. Diven, I am sorry. One gentleman asked me to deliver a message, and I had to find one maid," I looked at the woman and silently prayed she wouldn't ask anything.

"Whatever," she waved her hand, and I let out a deep exhale.

I cannot keep doing this.

"Measure me. I changed my mind; I want the cut to my hip," she said, looking at her nails. "Sure," I put down the basket and took a centimeter. "Let me take a measurement, and it will not be a problem. I have everything else." "Finish with it. I did not ask for anything else."

I took another deep breath and measured. Ten minutes later, I could go. "If that is all, I will leave." I wanted to exit when she stopped me. "It is not all. Mister Kassian will need a suit. Measure him and deliver that to their tailor."

She sat on the chair and put on her heels.

Not happening. This just cannot be happening. I am the unluckiest person in the world. "Sure," I said shakily, trying to calm my hands.

"Good, I will leave," she left me alone.

I wanted to hit my head. How does this happen? I cannot face him. I saw him kissing Mrs. Diren.

The chair seemed the best friend for all my trouble. I sat on it and closed my eyes.

Okay. Just pretend as nothing happened; you do not have to be here longer than that. Just measure and leave. I can always find his measurements.

"That is here?" asked a cold voice from outside. My eyes opened immediately. The next second I was up. My hand started to shake. I cannot do this.

I never saw a Warrior, but to meet two today, I could not stand. Doors opened without a sound, and I was eye to eye with the Leader. The first in line Warrior. The ruler of our reign.

"Sir," I said weakly, looking at the ground. I cannot look at him.

"Well, well, is it not the girl spy,"

My eyes widened, and I looked at him. "What?" I whispered. I saw his dark blue eyes, the same as the young ones, and a tall man with a dark suit. "I saw you, little spy. That is what you doubted. That is one important thing that separates us from you pathetic creatures," he took one step around me, and another one continued, "It was nice that you left us alone. Not everyone can enjoy that scene." He was a few inches from me, making me look at him.

Cold shivers ran down my spine. I felt my breath stopping in my throat.

"So be a nice little girl, and do not lie," I felt his strong hand on my jaw.

He made me look at him. A big smile appeared on his face, and he let go of my head.

I had to take a deep breath. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I could not move. My mind was all messy. On the other side, he took off his black jacket and stood on the dais, waiting with his brows up.

"Coming, or do I have to wait for you?" I swallowed hard and nodded. "Sir," I said quietly, pushing his hands up.

His strong arms, dressed in the black shirt, were the death for me. I was afraid to even look at him. I measured, my hands shaking the whole time, and wrote it on paper.

"It's over, sir," I put my meter in the basket and tried to go. "Wait." I stopped in the middle of my step, "I changed my mind. You will be perfect for my Ball's tuxedo."

I closed my eyes, not looking at him. I cannot do that. "Sure, sir," I whispered. "Then better finish measuring,"

I came back once again and measured him; I wanted to leave once again, but he stopped me again. "You will make my son's tuxedo too."

Please, no.

I wanted to cry. "I am afraid that he left," I whispered. "When?" he asked quickly. "A long time ago," I answered. I could not look into his eyes.

"You are free," he finally said, and I exhaled. "Have a nice day, sir," and ran.

He is a murderer. A person who killed six people just for fun.

Six impure races. Six men with power.

I could not believe my luck with this.

I hated every single part of this life. I hated that Jasper and I were alone. I hated that the powers bound us, by double trouble. Not only was the army looking for powerful people, but they especially liked it when they were from the impure race.

"I cannot believe you did that," Rana said, looking at her dress. She was making a suit for Mister Davin, and she looked happy.

Why wouldn't she be happy when she was in love? I was in trouble and had a pain in my back.

No matter how it hurt to say it, I had a nice idea for his tuxedo. It was supposed to be all black with a red tie, and on the jacket, there would be little pieces of black diamonds. Of course, he did not allow me to have them, so my job was to leave on the 6th and to do that in his house.

I did not want that, but I was afraid he could do something to Jasper. According to his words, I was a spy, and they could treat me like one.

So my biggest job was to make little holes for it and to prepare kilometers of black ribbon.

I exhaled, letting out an exhausted breath, and looked at the clock. It was seven in the evening.

Jasper was supposed to come back in a few minutes.

"Do you want some tea?" I asked her, standing up and walking toward our small kitchen. It was just my brother and me. We both worked and did not spend too much time at home. At night, Rana and I had enough time to sew. During the day, my job was to sketch, create a skeleton in the shop, and then actually create it.

It was hard work, and I had to finish this. Pants will have to be made tomorrow.

I was sipping tea in the mug when I heard the doors and Jasper's and Rana's voices.

He wanted to know how her parents were. They lived a few blocks from us, by the lake because her mother had some problems. It was an expensive house, so she worked for her mother and herself. Sometimes I asked how she did that. And when my thoughts would get complicated, I realized why she was with Mister Dion. He was her escape. An unreal fantasy from her horrible life.

I came back with the mugs, and we all sat on the chairs, drinking. Jasper was telling us about some new sword he was making, but I did not know much. I knew he wanted more money.

We planned to disappear by the New Year.

Somewhere in the south. In the mountains. We would survive, as always, because being under the government of the first Warrior was dangerous. We could both get killed, and neither of us wanted that.

Rana did not know either. It would devastate her, but she would survive. She lived in her fantasies, and I hoped I would be able to one day.