"Can we have a little talk with the owner?" Philippa asked.
"She is in a bit of grief right now, but I'm sure she would definitely love to save the others from the monster who killed my sister and father." He answered in a hard tone, giving the vampire a dirty look.
"Did you just glare at him, you brat?" Louis stretched his hand across the counter, seizing him by the neck.
"Were you wanting to talk with me?" A voice came from the corner of the room, followed by the sound of footsteps. "Please forgive my son for his improper behavior." She pleaded with a hoarse voice. It came out sore, as if she had been crying for a long time.
Glancing at the shabby woman, Louis shrugged off the boy from his hold, and he coughed while the vampire dusted his hands. Philippa turned to look at the woman, taking in her appearance.
She did look like she had been in a lot of grief, despite the event of her husband's death being up to a week old.
