Adam stared at her sharply.
"Do you know a way to end this addiction?"
"Yes. The woman who ran away from you. She was always the answer... I'm sorry you didn't realize that before."
"How much do you want to tell me another way to get rid of the witch? The woman who... ran away. I intend to bring her back, but she doesn't know her origins and doesn't know she's a mist."
"And when she does, she might turn against you. It was her father who ordered the werewolves to wipe out all her mother's blood."
"You know too much to be safe."
"I can take care of myself."
Adam looked at her with pity.
"I can see death looming over you. It won't protect you. It just uses you."
She smiled.
"Yes. I know that."
"Are you going to tell me how the mist will develop her talent?"
"When the witch is killed, the right way."
"Will I kill her?"
"No. It won't be you. It will be the woman you love now." She said and stood up, expecting him to do the same. But Adam stared at the woman with a gleam in his eyes.
"So if I kill her myself, it will be a gesture of mercy."
The woman shook her head in the negative, and an amused glint passed through her eyes.
"If you kill her yourself, you'll be destroying your chance of freeing yourself from the witches' addiction. I don't think the mist has any reason to kill another witch, apart from the one who lives in your house. But... You already knew that.
Adam stood up and reached into his pocket for his wallet. He took out three hundred-dollar bills and held them out to her, who stared at his hand, making no move to take the money.
"You'll find a hungry child in a few days. Give this money to him. This child will take you to your destination."
"You can take this money. As soon as I find the child, I'll give you notes just like these."
The woman smiled and Adam noticed, for the first time that day, that she was beautiful. She must have been in her forties, but she retained the beauty of youth. And he had always liked women of that age. He perceived a fascinating mystery in their gaze... Genevieve was a good representative of these women.
"I can't take that money."
"Well, we all have to live."
"I make a living... It's even more than I need and deserve. And what I get for free, I can't charge to give."
Adam put the notes in his wallet. Something she'd said, which he would never remember, had made him realize that it didn't matter what he said. She wouldn't get paid.
"Can I come back?"
"You will, but it will be years before that happens."
"Don't be so sure." Adam said and left.
Adam got into his car, checked the time and saw that it was only a few minutes before lunch was served at the mansion. As he accelerated the car, determined to be on time for lunch, he thought angrily about the psychic. She hadn't said anything concrete to him and had left him more confused than he had been when he entered her house. He arrived at her mansion and the men opened the gate for him. He felt like visiting the green house, but he knew it was empty. Perhaps all he needed was what all the men in his family were looking for, to feel pleasure.
...
Kate took another shower after the men released her. She was furious. She felt humiliated. But if Adam thought she would allow things to get out of hand like that, he was very wrong. She was fixing her hair in front of the mirror and paused thoughtfully. She didn't want to escape. She liked having those men touch her. But it had to be discreet. Not like that. She remembered Caricature's dark eyes and felt her desire ignite her body. She scolded herself severely for it. It hadn't even been half an hour since she had been touched by various hands and penetrated in various ways and positions. However, she knew that her heart had a favorite. And she feared that it was love being born inside her. But Caricature had a devastating effect on her. She felt that he alone would be able to use her and give her the same pleasure as all those men combined. She no longer cared that Adam wasn't taking part, either. As long as Caricature was, everything was fine with her. That ebony god won her over with his rudeness. With his insults. And the way he stared at her in fury drove her crazy. Now that she had assumed this for herself, she didn't know how to react without Adam wanting her all to himself. She was afraid that she would complain and it would all stop... But on the other hand, if she didn't say anything, they would continue to use her without respecting her afterwards. And she wanted power. She needed it. She wanted to look Caricature in the eye and tell him to fuck her. And see him obey with hatred. Yes, that would please her. So she had to sort it out over lunch. She heard a car coming and her guess was that the boss had arrived. She threw her hairbrush on the dressing table and went into the dining room, where she knew she would meet him. She was a little disappointed not to see any of the men who had used her that morning sitting at the table. There were others and Alexander. And of course, Jenna. She sat in her seat on the left side of the headboard, where Adam sat, and didn't say hello to anyone. She was right in her guess, and soon Adam entered the dining room, greeted everyone and sat down in his place. Immediately the cooks arrived and set the table. Kate observed that a veritable feast had been served.
"It looks like we're celebrating something..." She commented when she saw everyone serving themselves.
"Don't you think our wedding deserves a few days' celebration?"
"Not a few days, my dear husband. Forever." She said and began to serve herself, too.
"Alexandre..." Adam called out to the boy. "Have you talked to your wife about what happened?"
"Yes." He replied calmly.
"Everything seems to have gone well."
"She accepted it without rancor?"
"Well... She doesn't hold any grudges against me."
"Did you blame Kate?"
"No. That wouldn't work with her. I needed something more... Impossible to control... I put the blame on you, boss."