Chapter 3 Episode three

The offer of working for a werewolf who could kill her at any moment, but wasn't looking forward to doing so anytime soon was beginning to sound like a peak offer to Eva even before she had gone far from the house.

She kept glancing back every now and then, as the house shrunk in the distance.

What did she really have going on for her? The werewolves weren't going to let up on chasing her anytime soon, and there was no telling how many of them were out there.

She couldn't mask her scent- only wolves that had turned could- and there was no human capable of protecting her. Going to meet a witch was out of it because they always wanted something in return.

Like a couple of years from her life span, a couple of years in servitude or half her soul. You could never tell which, because they never divulged. It was like making a deal with the devil.

The only bet was she could keep on changing everything about her, never staying in a place for more than a month or two, picking up odd jobs here and there until they show up.

Eva stopped. And sighed.

And fuck, was she hungry.

Pérhaps he was telling the truth.

Nah. She couldn't believe that. But she was desperate. And desperate people did stupid things. Some lived long enough to tell the tale.

So, she dragged her feet and patted her grumbling stomach all the way back to the house that actually looked like a castle. Walked up to the door and knocked.

A middle aged man with a man bun opened the door and smiled when he saw her.

"The master said you'd be coming back."

Master? He had to be Fabian.

"Can you tell your Master that I said yes? And can I get some food?"

Fabian opened the door wider and stepped to the side so she could come in.

"Absolutely. If you'll make your way to the drawing room, I will have breakfast ready for you in no time. Adrian will see you after breakfast in the other living room."

Eva almost snorted at how easy he talked about a drawing room and another living room. Talk about being wealthy.

If he was going to kill her, at least her last days would not be spent eating greasy fried food from a leaking pack.

Breakfast came earlier the expected and boy, was she surprised. It was like a three course meal for three people, only she was the only person seated at the end of a very long table.

At least until the person who had tried to kill her hours ago, walked in.

"Hi," he sat down.

"Hi," she replied, guarded.

"I hear you have agreed to my offer?"

She shrugged. "Yeah. I still don't think you're not going kill me, but I want to do a lot of things before I die. So, let's come to an agreement. You allow me do at least fifty things- not your everyday stuff- and then you have my permission to do as you see fit.

As-" she continued before he could say anything- "long as it's not a painful death."

"I didn't mean to try to kill you."

"That's what they all say."

"Sincerely-

Eva didn't interrupt, even when he paused. What was she going to say?

"I would like you to be my secretary. I own a group of companies that specialize in publishing, wine making, fashion, entertainment and system analytics. While I don't oversee the daily affairs of every subsidiary, I like to be informed.

Meeting with investors or checking up on underperforming companies isn't my thing, which is where you come in."

"You want me to meet them on your behalf?"

"Oh, no," he shook his head. "Fabian does all of that. I need you to assist him."

"He doesn't look like he needs any help," Eva replied with a bite of sarcasm, and then felt a little guilty when she remembered how he smiled at her.

"Fabian isn't someone who would call for help, even in the face of death. He's...been handling a lot for too long."

Eva shrugged. "Sure. How long is this supposed to last?"

"Until you get back on your feet. You determine when you want to quit."

Now she was certain that he was going to kill her at some point. "Let's stick to the agreement. Draft up something and have your lawyer sign it. As long as I haven't done the fifty things on my list, you are not allowed to kill me."

He sighed. "Sure. I'll stick to the promise. I'll have my lawyer draw up a contract, and we can proceed from there. Would that be okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Where do I stay, though? I mean, if you want to keep me here, then that's fine, but I'd rather not be here."

"Do you have that much of a say in where you sleep and where you don't? I could have you sleeping on the streets for being so picky," he said.

Eva shrugged.

"Not that I really care about sleeping on the streets, I'd appreciate it if you could throw in a blanket. A tent, if you could be that generous. I dont't want to be eaten by wild animals in my sleep."

He clicked his tongue.

"There's another property along the road. I'll have Fabian give you the keys so you can be sure I won't come to harm you at night."

"Thanks?"

She did not know what to make of the gesture. But it made her feel a little safe.

"I'll let you get to your meal now," he said, rising to his feet. "Oh, and one more thing-

Eva had taken a spoonful and was about to put it into her mouth, so she cocked her head to let him know she was all ears.

"Don't come here at night. As much as I don't want to kill you, I might not be able to stop myself."