“Come in.” she requests, prompted by the knock on her front door. She’d left it unlocked, had let Cynthia know to just knock when she arrives. They’d play a little game, Océane got them a pawn, someone to play with. A slave, human. Now waiting, dutifully, meditating how she suggested the girl should. Compulsion is such a useful skill, now even more than before. “How have you been?” she questions, as she hears the wolf stepping towards her, not turning from the girl that sits in the middle of her living room, still meditating.
There had been something about the way Cynthia had responded, when she had given Xerxes the command to kill the human prisoner she had kept around to entertain herself until the escort had arrived, that had stuck with her. Something that told she could enjoy the wolf’s company in more ways than one...
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