The demon raised his hand towards his face and touched the bones. Suddenly anger took over the person's face, "I will make sure to shred you into pieces." He spat the blood on the ground.
"He's not my father," Calhoun was quick to correct the man's words, and Vladimir stared. "All you had to do was fucking wake up in between and see if she was alright." This man might be the devil, the fallen angel and his mother's father, but Calhoun had not forgotten the tears his mother had spilt in pain.
Calhoun looked at her as if she was the only person in the room, giving his full attention to her like any other time as if everything else around them disappeared. She looked beautiful, her innocent eyes quietly reaching out for him because of the possible nervousness she felt right now. And just by that mere look, she stole his heart again which he had lost count of it.
Calhoun cocked his head to the side after taking the drink and looked back at the fireplace. It seemed like the older daughter of the Harris' was a blabbermouth, not knowing when to stop talking, "My dear Aunt is up to something. She's set up Markus this time in the race for the throne."
Though outwardly, Beth had a solemn look on her face, internally she was bursting with joy. At least there was one good thing that came out from being bit by the wolf. The thought of having her own personal maids brought tranquillity in her chest. The room she had been given was grand, but Beth was still curious about how Madeline's room looked like as it wasn't located here.