Evie's eyebrows raised just the slightest. "Your sire," she repeats, almost questioning it. Not because she doesn't believe it: the bond between a sire and their progeny was unlike anything else. Sometimes it was one she envied. But she'd killed her sire- a Templar who'd seen fit to try to disgrace her with the bite.
"Is your sire trying to become the voice of reason here?" This time, she did raise an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest as a smile played on her words. "If he's new to the area, I wish him luck. There's a reason Millicent stands unopposed." More than one, truthfully.
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"Is your sire trying to become the voice of reason here?" This time, she did raise an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest as a smile played on her words. "If he's new to the area, I wish him luck. There's a reason Millicent stands unopposed." More than one, truthfully.