Don't Kiss Vampires And Run 2 - Alyza (100 books to read in a lifetime .txt) 📗

"So, she is your eldest. Why did you have us convinced that you only had one child?" Elle asked, his voice going hard

"Because Grace is not fit to be a Lady." Mom answered confidently

I laughed humorlessly, "Oh, and my whore of a sister is?"

CeCe gasped, "Shut up, Gracilia!"

I lifted my head up to look at her, "What a childish
remark, little sister."

CeCe was seething, "You're a slut!"

I shook my head, "No, Sir, not me. You, you on the other hand. You might have an STD for all we know."

Her eyes widened and she stood up, quickly walking over to me. She hovered above me her face beet red.

"Yes, littler sister?" I asked calmly

She raised her hand but I stopped her by talking.

"I would not do that if I were you." My hazel eyes landed on her blue ones, "You of all people know not to make me mad."

Huffing, she walked away and sat back down next to mom.

Smirking, I laid my head down again.

Elle was looking at me in awe again, "Why would you hide her, Mrs. Lexington?"

"I-I wasn't hiding her. I just know she is not fit for the position. CeCe is." Mom stated

Rolling my eyes, I sat up. "Whatever, mother. I'm hungry."

My eyes scanned Christian as I passed him to get to the kitchen. Everyone followed me and I sat down. Mom set the food on the table before sitting down herself.

"I am sorry. I made chicken but my husband threw it away." Mom apologized as she motioned to the steak

"Why would he throw it away?" Lady Elle asked

"Grace is allergic to Chicken. I'm sorry but I will not have chicken in this house." Dad said with a polite smile but his eyes were hard, daring someone to argue

Elle nodded, "It is quite alright. Steak is perfect."

Dad smiled, a real smile and started cutting his steak. I looked around and saw that CeCe was staring at Christian who had a scowl on his face. Christian's leg started bouncing, his fingers drumming it.

"Stop. Staring. At. Me." He hissed slowly, his eyes burning with disgust as he looked at CeCe

My brows raised and I took a bit of my potatoes. CeCe looked away from him and looked at me. I sent her a small smirk. Her jaw clenched and she roughly stabbed her steak.

"Calm down, Crouching Tiger. We have guests'." I smirked as her anger grew to the point where she was shaking

CeCe is the impatient, anger issue type of person. I'm more of a patient person. I only get angry at really bad things.

Cockily, I stabbed a piece of steak and slowly brought it to my mouth. CeCe flared her nostrils and threw her fork down, glaring at me. I put the steak in my mouth, and chewed.

I swallowed at took a drink of water, feeling my throat close up.

"Dad..." I whispered, my throat felt tight

He looked at me, "Yeah?"

I gasped for air, "I c-can't...breath."

Dad stood up quickly and ran to the drawer. I held myself up by grabbing the table. My throat closed completely, making my eyes widen.

Everybody was staring at me, not knowing what to do. Dad ran over to me, the epipen in his hand. He kneeled down beside me and with shaking hands, flicked the pen to get any bubbles out. I could feel myself losing consciousness.

Dad shoved the needle into my thigh and inject the medicine in me.

As soon as it did, I gasped for air and slouched against the table.

"Grace?" Dad asked shakily as he grabbed my shoulder

I sat up and blinked rapidly, "I-I'm fine."

He hesitated before standing up, he was mad. Dad's chest fell up and down rapidly. He sat down and clutched his fork in his hand, jaw clenched.

"Did you wash the pan from when you put the chicken in it? Or did you just put the steak in there without washing it?" Dad asked Mom through clenched teeth

"I just put the steak in. What happened?" She asked, looking at me

Dad's whole face changed. Anger taking over him. He looked at Elle and Lady Elle, "I'm sorry. I have to go."

"No, it is fine. Sit." Elle ordered, "Let it out."

Dad shook his head and took a sip of water, "You okay, Grace? Do you need anything?'

I shook my head, "I'm fine, Dad."

I pushed my plate away from me and set my hands in my lap.

Dad nodded and took a gulp of his water.

"What happened?" Mom demanded

Dad snapped, "Our daughter

just had an allergic reaction to the steak you made because you didn't wash the chicken out of the pan!"

My eyes widened, Dad never yells. Even CeCe was staring at him in shock.

"Why did she have an allergic reaction?" Mom frowned in confusion

Wooooow!

Dad hands twitched, "She's allergic. To. Chicken."

"I made steak." Mom shook her head and began eating again

"I need to use the restroom." Dad stated before standing up, quickly walking out of the dining room

"I'm sorry for my husband-" Elle cut her off

"Shut up. You are in the wrong. Not your husband. Are you alright, Grace?" He asked me with a slightly smile

"Yes, Sir. I'm fine." I smiled back politely and stood up, "I'll just make me something."

"No, no, that is fine. Your mother can." Elle looked at Mom, telling her to get up

"No, I will. She almost killed her." Dad's voice was cold and hard as he walked into the kitchen, "Sit down, Grace."

I sat down and sighed. I looked around to see that Christian was looking at me. My eyes roamed his gorgeous face before smiling and looking away. We all sat around in awkward silence.

"Grace, how old are you again?" Lady Elle asked

"Twenty." I smiled at her

"Christian is 23." She replied, smiling

I looked over at Christian as he took a sip of his water.

He looked over at me over his glass and smiled, water dripping out of his cup and down his chin. Laughing, I handed him a napkin.

A few minutes later, Dad came in with four grilled cheeses'. Yum! He set them down in front of me with a bottle of orange juice. He took the stake and water away.

I took a bite of my sandwich and hummed happily, "Thanks, Dad!"

"Welcome, honey." He smiled and sat down in his seat

I took another bite and smiled, "Oh, yeah!"

Elle laughed and shook his head, "You're perfect."

I smiled and nodded, "Thanks..."

I felt eyes on me and turned. Christian was staring at the sandwich in my hand. I picked up one from my plate and held it out to him, "Want one?"

He smiled and took it, "Thank you."

His voice sent shivers down my spine. I nodded, breathless and took another bit of my sandwich.

"Did you not like the steak?" Mom asked, frowning at Christian

"No, it was horrible." He answered coldly before taking a bite of the grilled cheese

I took a sip of my orange juice and raised my brows, smirking slightly. Mom shrugged it off and took a bite of the potatoes. Elle was staring at the steak, in horror.

"What one?" I asked, pointing to my plate

He smiled, "Sure."

I handed him one and finished mine before grabbing the last one on my plate. I took a big bite, "You're amazing, Dad."

"Grace! Don't talk while you eat. I'm sorry, Lord Z-" He cut her off

"Stop apologizing! Grace did nothing wrong." Elle glared at Mom

Mom started to apologize again.

"Leave my presence." Elle commanded

Mom stood up and quickly walked out.

"Finally." Christian sighed, "I thought she'd never leave!"

CeCe laughed and laid her hand on his arm, "I know, right?!"

"I told you to never touch me again!" Christian roared,
pushing her hand off him

CeCe pouted, "I'm your fiancé! Why won't you let me touch you?"

Fiancé?!

"You are not

my fiancé. I will never

marry someone like you." Christian snarled

CeCe smirked smugly and looked at me, "Your little sister is getting married before you."

"Actually, no, you're not. Your mother lied to us and told us you were 20 and the eldest of your family. You may not marry my son." Elle stated, "Grace is." He smiled at me

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