Demon sneered at the little etcher as he raised his head and walked to the lake which was just a few steps away.
Everyone watched in silence as the proud beast strode away from them and moved towards the lake where he stood watching the window, the one that belonged to his Master.
Remembering Fryght's earlier guarded expression made the horse snort once again.
He had his own Master so why would he be bothered to curry favor with another etcher's master?
However, it was also him who had stepped closer to Rutherford when he had arrived with his fellow horse.
There was a reason for his strange and contradicting actions.
The smart etcher had his own motives for venturing close to the Earl and that motive was the scent he had sensed coming from his Master's father.
A scent he was familiar with as it had left a strong impression in his mind.
Damien, stay away from Yvonne's pet!
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