"I heard he embarked on a journey to the Fox territory. Your father is aware right?"
Vincent nodded, running his hand through the hair of his favourite slave.
"Are you sure we should have this sort of conversation in the presence of a slave? Why not dismiss her?"
"Don't worry, uncle. Felicia is an obedient girl, she wouldn't talk against her master." He traced his hand to her jaw, and she purred, "Isn't that right Felicia?"
The girl smiled, and leaned in to kiss Vincent's chin, "Yes, Master."
"See, she's a loyal pet of mine" He sounded so calm at first, but once he grabbed her neck, she knew his innocent expressions hid the threatening Wolfman she'd know ever since she was offered to the Livingstons.
"she knows best to not betray me, or else..." She gasped for air as his grip tightened.
