Claiming the RUNT
"You finally decided to grace us with your presence. And you brought the little Ashford ghost with you? I thought you kept him locked in the pits for the rats to finish off."
The entire room went silent. A dozen pairs of eyes, hard and predatory, shifted toward us. Tavian Blake, who had been standing by the buffet, drifted closer to my side, his hand subtly resting on the grip of his piece.
"Obi serves a different purpose now, Uncle," I said, my voice steady as I pulled Obi to the leather armchair directly beside my seat. "He’s been working the northern tunnel, and his output has been... exceptional."
"Exceptional?" one of the other Sires laughed, a gravelly, drunken sound. "He looks like he
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