Gabriel had seen the potential in Halo when she was a child, and he believed he was right in his decision to replace his mother with her. The dark colored girl was the only one of her siblings who had remained, and was among the few who could claim they had never once left Inferni. Yet he saw within her the shade of her father, the blood-traitor who favored wolves, who turned against his own. Vitium was worthless in his eyes, and having seen him during the Dahlian War had only echoed these thoughts.
Halo was not her father, but then again, Conor was not either. After seeing what that boy had done, what their son had done, doubt remained. Yet the girl that greeted him was polite, and he was pleased to see her. He only hoped she would prove him wrong—between her blood and her gender, he expected this to end poorly. “I need to talk to you,” he said shortly, not wishing to play games with her. It would be disrespectful. “Would you mind if we went elsewhere?” The Mansion would not do for this task. He had learned how thin the wooden walls had become.
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