About eight hours after Breakfast was served, Vincent and I stepped out of the airport, and we weren't alone. Unlike my original plans, which saw the two of us moving about the city until we located a quiet place to settle my fake butler, a certain princess had decided to invite herself along for our trip.
"I don't see what the big deal is; it's not like I used any of our real names to get the plane tickets." Mumbling to herself as she walked behind me with her head hanging, Renni continued the poutfest she had been performing since the moment we left the mansion in London.
'I told you to shut up; I have established a mental channel for us to speak with, so fucking use it. The last thing I need is for someone to get suspicious because of that big ass mouth of yours.' I snapped at her, causing Renni's steps to falter for a second.
