“It feels like an invasion of her privacy, keeping an eye on her 24/7. Not to mention a bit creepy and stalker like. Can’t I just ward her? Keep tabs on her so I can still try and be there for my followers?”
“I suppose you’re right.” Greg said, calmly. “It’s just that I’m overprotective.”
“I understand, sir.” Samuel replied, bowing his head. He honestly did not expect Greg to grant his request, though he felt that it must be said.
“As long as you can keep tabs on her, you’re free to be your own man.”
“You – you mean it?”
Greg nodded. “I do. i’m not that much of an ass to not see that you’re making a good point. I’ll relay the same to Jasper, as far as Emily is concerned. I know you guys can be there immediately for them, should something occur.”
“Thank you sir. I won’t let you down.” he promised.
“I know.” Greg said. “Go on. Take care of what needs to be done.”
No sooner had the words left Greg’s mouth than Samuel was gone, having disappeared to take a long walk in the park for now, as he had no established residence just yet.
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Adriana was sitting at a vanity table in her room, brushing her hair idly while lost in thought. She still felt tremendously grateful for Brandon’s…sponsorship? She wasn’t sure what to call it, though she felt flattered that he called her his daughter. “If only I really was his childe. Mother just considered me a waste of blood.” she said with a sigh. In her thoughts, she played out a childish fantasy. Access to a genie, and simple wishes – I wish to no longer be a Giovanni, I wish to be more confident, and the last she wasn’t really sure what she’d wish for. Material wealth seemed silly, and love would have a forced hand if she wished that.
“Oh well.” she said, emitting a heavy sigh before poking her thumb with a fang. The pain brought her sharply back tot he real world, which was the intention. She sucked on her thumb a moment as the wound healed, then went back to her hair, pulling it back and braiding it. After getting dressed, she paused. She was hungry, but hunting could be dangerous. She decided to test hospitality.
“Emilio?” she said cautiously.
“Si?” he said, appearing beside her.
“I don’t suppose you could help me with food tonight?”
“Of course.” he said, disappearing and then returning mere moments later, a nice vintage in hand for her.
She could smell the aroma of the blood, and thanked him for it before taking the glass and drinking it. “Thank you.”
Emilio’s answer was to bow, and then disappear. Adriana made sure she had her things with her, and headed out for the evening, fully sated, endeavoring to sample the city’s night life, such as it was, starting with a visit to Nightbourne.