(The Next Day, Logan’s POV)
A knock a the door woke me up. What I hated more than the knocking, was the giggling. Why are the servants in this house so fangirlish? I sighed. I knew she was expecting me to come out shirtless or something, but too bad. I put on a white button-up shirt and black pants. I opened the door and gave an annoyed look. It was Ami...again.
“Good morning Ellwood-sama.”
“Hn”
“I just came to let you know that the slaves have been assigned their duties”
“Very well, is that all?” I really wanted her to leave, her presence was more annoying than Alana.
“Have a good day Ellwood-sama.”
I nodded and motioned her to leave.
I closed the door and gave a sigh. Thoughts of last night came to mind. The taste of her blood never left even as I slept. The pink-haired slave app
