"You're Sable Grimwood, also known as Nightprowler, right?"
William remembered the name of this Shapeshifters lord.
As he called out his name, Sable was so startled he almost kneeled again, but remembering William's previous words, he ended up with a mournful expression, saying, "Mr. Johnson, just call me Sable."
William smiled. In just three days, these Shapeshifters lords had learned quickly, even mastering politeness.
"Sable, I have some matters to attend to and will be away for a while. Can I entrust you with taking care of this yard?" William planned to take Erebus and the others with him, and Amy would probably come over to fertilize again.
If no one tidied up, he feared the entire yard would be a stinky mess upon his return.
Sable's eyes shone as he nodded vigorously: "Rest assured, Mr. Johnson, I will take good care of this yard and ensure no one enters."
