"I am guessing there would be no use in saying you couldn't," Master murmured, gently carrying Nina over toward the couch. It wasn't necessarily his room, but rather his office. Watching the girl for a few moments, the vampire sighed. My daughter.
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Justice paced outside the door for many moments before stopping, leaning against the wall. Glancing down either end of the hallway, the Xa'Thian ran a nervous hand through his red hair. He was worried. Not only for Nina, but for himself. Master had a strange way of tolerating his presence, and even then, the tolerance wasn't a good thing.
He'll tear us apart.