Arriving at the inn, Damien led Sylvy to his room. Emily regarded him with clear suspicion as he entered the inn's room with Sylvy.
"Who's this?" she asked, more confused then anything.
Sylvy's face turned to one of absolute shock when she caught sight of Emily. She turned to Damien, her expression filled with utter disgust.
"You sick bastard!!"
She swung at him, but he caught her hand with calm ease.
"Not in front of the child, please."
Then, she attacked from below, her knee slipping right into his hand as if he had been expecting it. To an outsider, it might have looked like two lovers dancing.
"How could you? She's just a child!" Her anger turned to tears, but he could still see the rage in her eyes.
"It's not what you're thinking; she's my daughter."
"Liar! She's your slave; I know your type!"
His grip tightened, and his expression shifted coldly. Pink, glowing eyes were now staring att her intensely.
