"Hope!"
Jericho rushed over and took his daughter from Misty, embracing her tightly. He pulled back then frowned as he noticed she was asleep and pale. "Hope? What's wrong with her?"
Aether surged around him and he turned a glare onto Misty, but before he could do anything else I stepped between them, allowing some aether to bleed off me. "She's just tired, now disperse your aether. I don't think it wise for us to fight, especially since we just saved your daughter."
It was also because Misty would probably tear him a new one if he tried to pick a fight with her and I did not want to start a war with the upper city of Bullock. It didn't matter how big and strong he looked, she was a vampire, and even with one core not yet filled, I knew she could take him.
He calmed visibly at my words then sighed. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to accuse. Porter had your reward. I used all my connections to find the best cores I could, I think you'll be pleased with the selection."
