The Caitiffs

Damien

I have had Victoria help me prepare some breakfast for Clara because I sincerely have no idea where to begin from. I lay it out on the small table in the kitchen and wait for her to come down the stairs.

She should be done washing up by now. Could she have gotten lost on her way downstairs? I know there are many rooms and corridors on the way from my room but she should be able to find her way downstairs. I wonder if I should go and get her.

"Do you think she will be able to find her way down here?" Victoria asks me while clearing the kitchen counter.

"I hope so," I reply and she rolls her eyes.

"Maybe you should go and check on her," she suggests.

"I was thinking the same thing, but let her be. There is no better way of getting used to a place other than getting lost," I say.

"You are such a cold-ass lover. I pity her," she says with a smirk.

"She hasn't complained yet. I think I am doing a good job so far," I tell her and she laughs.

"You should know that she has be