Vesper waved a dismissive hand. "Tell them I am not available at the moment."
The maid's heels clicked against the marble floor as she hurried to the door, her voice barely above a whisper. "His Highness is busy at the moment."
The silence stretched for what felt like hours before the maid's footsteps returned. She wrung her hands nervously. "He insists to be let in..."
Vesper's jaw clenched, his fangs pressing against his lower lip as a dark expression settled across his features like storm clouds gathering. "Tell that guy to get the fuck off. I am not in the mood."
The maid took a step back, her voice barely audible. "His Overlord, the guy is Orion?"
The words hit Vesper like a physical blow. His eyes widened for just a moment, shock flickering across his perfect features before he forced his expression back into cold indifference. His heart hammered against his ribs, but he kept his voice steady.
Maybe he is here to cut ties with me.
