Milos had seen the group rushing towards the study, her pale face washed out. He could smell the sweet scent of her fear, the deep bite that adorned her pretty neck made him look away. He tried not to think of what Fiona had told him, about the spanking that she had gotten for trying to help them. The way her tears had perfumed the air seeping through the door much like her moans and cries.
He listened to them talk wishing he knew what they were saying, Fiona's roaring voice had made him nervous. He could feel his demon near the surface, he had never felt the way the other minions did about their sire's until that moment. He wanted to throw himself in front of his sire and offer his body as a shield for both Charles and her. It was a silly fleeting thought, one he knew he wouldn't a
