Lily and Lyla, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, edged closer to Tristan, whispering so softly that only he could hear. "Master, are those two a problem?" Lily asked, her eyes flicking towards Elysia and Avelina, hinting that she and her sister were more than willing to eliminate them if he gave the word.
The thrill of a bloody battle with fellow females like themselves coursed through them, almost palpable in the air. It was a hunger, a deep craving that the twins shared, one they were aching to satisfy.
Lyla's eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, "If you want them gone, Master, just say the word. We'd kill them without any opposition from them." The lust for violence was almost intoxicating.
It was the faintest hint of a smile that quirked up the corners of Tristan's mouth. The twins' boldness, their sheer audacity, always amused him, more so after his earlier reprimand.
