Mr Jones did all the remaining cleaning while acting normally, Medusa and the other hand folded her legs on the sofa and watched television. It seemed most realms shared a similar atmosphere, Jones knew Beelzebelle was advancing towards a near dystopian era.
It justified Medusa's behaviour and actions which would be probably shared with the vampires. Both of the blood servants were well versed in using the language and technology of the vampires. It enabled them to mingle in the realm effortlessly, although their peculiar traits were visible in any kind of emotionally excited state.
The succubus stole a few glances from Jones who began his cooking. However Kayden was sound asleep which made her smile at him. Medusa felt a faint blush around her cheeks upon seeing him sleeping like a baby. Mr Jones could clearly see her feeling something which was visible on Medusa' face.
"What are you cooking?"
She dawdled towards the open kitchen which could be seen from the lounge. And inquired Jones intending to find some answers regarding Malcolm's disappearance. Medusa got genuinely worried regarding his gradually fading scent, which was an unusual sign coming from him.
The old man did not pause his hands and replied to Medusa without diverting his focus. The succubus could clearly see the scratches on the wooden cabinets which indicated a non-friendly fight.
'These scratches must have been caused by Kayden's wings when they quarrelled. But then where is Malcolm?'
Medusa wanted to confront Mr Jones but she suspected that he could not eradicate him on his own.
The only person who could potentially harm Malcolm was Kayden and his sleep raised suspicion. Medusa looked around and tried to mentally link with him but some invisible force prevented her. Her attention was snagged by Jones' voice as he narrated her the brief list of the dinner.
"Would you mind setting up the table?"
Medusa squinted her eyes at him and obliged to help him. She traced her fingers over those uneven scratches keenly. Her gut feeling provoked the idea that something was definitely wrong with the place. How could Malcolm simply disappear from the picture without informing her!?
Moreover Mr Jones was confident that Kayden would not remember anything after he woke up. Because whatever he had done under the influence of his demonic powers clouded his mind. Similarly he came to know about murdering Jack after he came back to his senses and saw his dead body.
Mr Jones examined her body language and was ready to defend himself if Medusa attacked him. The succubus averted her head to glance at Kayden, she did not want to conclude anything and inhaled his scent to confirm Kayden was alive. After setting the table she went towards Kayden to wake him up, Medusa leaned over his body and whispered to wake him up.
"Mm?"
Kayden groaned while his head and slowly opened his eyes, the particular spot hurt along with the spinning vision. Medusa leaned in and shook Kayden who in turn grabbed her by the shirt and pulled the succubus. Her lips became glued to his as they both kissed passionately, and stared at each other afterwards with a deeply casted connection.
"Claiming authority over my clothes now, eh? I see."
Kayden teased her while caressing Medusa's cheek when their cute moment was interrupted by Jones' cough. They both immediately created a distance between themselves and shy away with their expressions. Medusa clenched the hem of the shirt and went towards the sofa.
"Hurry up and come for dinner."
Mr Jones called them both on the dinner table right when the sun was about to set. Medusa and Kayden sat opposite to each other with Mr Jones on the master chair.
"Did Malcolm say nothing where he was going?"
Medusa inquired again while trying not to sound suspicious, because her relationship with Kayden had just improved and she did not want to ruin it.
The succubus was aware of the nature of the situation because Kayden had forgiven his father. And it was stupid of Medusa to mess with Jones despite the personal resentment she had towards him. The old man shook his head in refusal while the spoon clacked against the cutlery.
"No, he didn't say anything where he was headed to. Although he informed to return in a few days."
Kayden raised his eyebrows upon the whole thing although he could not swallow that Malcolm left the house without a word. Medusa did not know what to say about that thus simply nodded and dropped the questions. She could not afford to offend Kayden and for that the succubus had to keep good relations with Jones too. Kayden did not add anything to her worries and they all ate silently without bothering to break the ice.
'I have to act normal till Malcolm comes back. He should be in this realm because I can still sense his presence.'
Medusa sipped her coffee made by Kayden while Jones collected the dishes. The old man bid good night and went back to his room leaving the two of them alone in the kitchen to do the dishes. Medusa turned on the tap when Kayden leaned against the shelf nearby her, as his naughty tail slipped into her shorts sneakily without being caught.
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