"I'LL DO IT! I, XILIA PHANTOM-ROSE, AGREE TO YOUR DEAL!" Jumping off the bed and rushing forward to the table, I had made my perch; Xilia yelled at the top of her lungs like her life depended on it.
"The fuck is a Phantom-Rose; I don't remember ever giving you that title or Surname….although it is good to see you finally accepting your new name, position, and identity." Raising an eyebrow at the surname she had seemingly come up with on the spot, I pushed the contract and vial forward to the center of the table before motioning for Xilia to sit opposite of me in the other chair.
Although she didn't realize what she had just done, I understood that on a psychological level, Xilia had finally shed her past as Henrietta Harriot Harrington and accepted her new life as not only my underling and slave but as the new Xilia.
