Claimed by the Prince of Darkness novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Suspicion on her

Ruelle followed the guard towards Mr. Oak’s office, where soft footsteps echoed in the corridors. She hadn’t expected to be summoned—at least not today, and especially not right after the game. Her eyes flicked up to the walls, noting the portraits of staff and other important people who all appeared to be either vampires or vampiresses.

At last, they arrived at a large, intricately carved wooden double door. The guard turned to her and instructed,

"Wait here. Mr. Oak is currently occupied. You will be called in soon."

Ruelle nodded, folding her hands in front of her. What could the head of the Sexton possibly want her? Perhaps it was about June? She was still lost in thought when the distant murmur of voices drifted closer, echoing softly through the corridor.

Turning, she saw two familiar figures approaching—it was Mr. S—Dane Slater, and Ms. Gemma Gilbert. Dane’s light-hearted tone carried through the air as he conversed with Ms. Gilbert, his easy grin making him look strikingly different from his younger brother, Lucian. Ruelle couldn’t help but wonder if they didn’t share different parents—because there was something strikingly different in the brothers’ demeanours and energy.

"I must say, I seem to keep finding you in one office or another, Ms. Belmont," Dane remarked with a grin when he caught sight of her, slowing his pace slightly. "Getting acquainted with the staff, are we?"

Ruelle managed a polite smile. "Not voluntarily."

Dane’s grin widened. "I heard your team won today," he said, offering a congratulatory nod. "Quite the achievement."

"Thank you, Mr. S. It was a team effort," Ruelle offered a modest smile, feeling both flattered and slightly self-conscious at the praise. She hesitated a moment before adding, "If I may, the nature of the match does put people like me at a disadvantage. Facing experienced hunters and Stakers who are in their final year—it feels a bit more than uneven."

Dane’s expression softened. He replied, "That’s fair. But keep in mind, today’s game was just the preliminary round. Consider it a first round."

"You mean there’s more?" Ruelle asked, her brows furrowing.

"You didn’t think your physical class would end so quietly, did you?" Dane chuckled. "In a month or two, the winners from today’s games will face each other in a new round of matches."

Perhaps she should have just laid down on the field or prevented Lucian from looking for the feather, Ruelle thought to herself.

Dane tilted his head thoughtfully before saying "I will place a small wager on your victory."

Ms. Gilbert crossed her arms, while teasingly questioning Dane, "Playing favourites now, Mr. Slater? Isn’t that a bit unbecoming for an instructor?" _{freewebnøvel.com}

Dane shrugged. He replied, "Oh, come on, Ms. Gilbert. Surely you can appreciate a well-played game. Besides, Stakers need a little extra support now and then—I feel for them. Also, we need to support talent."

If Lucian was here, Ruelle wondered if he would think it was talent to be considered the clumsiest.

"Don’t let him fool you, Ms. Belmont," Ms. Gilbert said with an amused smile, leaning closer and her voice dropping to a near whisper. "He may seem charming, but he’s no stranger to strategy. Back when he was a student, he was rarely a Staker. In fact, he made a name for himself hunting the very Stakers he now claims to support."

Dane chuckled, unaffected by her teasing. A hint of nostalgia creeped into his tone as he said, "There’s a thrill in the hunt that’s hard to explain. That rush of adrenaline, the focus, the strategy—it sharpens the mind." He tilted his head thoughtfully.

Just then, the large office door creaked open, drawing their attention. Alanna stepped out, her expression irritated, and she rolled her eyes. Before walking away, her eyes met Ruelle’s and without a word, she exited the corridor.