SIGRID

“If you ever bring me such weak slaves again, I’ll skin you alive!” Morgana shouted at the butler as they dragged the unconscious boy away.

But I wasn’t done yet—there was one more I had to save.

“Well, it’s my turn to pick, isn’t it?”

I watched Drusilla immediately head toward the girl with chestnut hair and wide, innocent eyes, like a deer about to be sacrificed.

Her hands delicately traced the girl’s face.

“Mmm, beautiful. I love her,” she purred, leaning in to sniff her neck as her h