Chapter 153 – Ungrateful
"How fabulous." Anesthesia whispered, her voice carrying something that felt like it had crawled out of a very dark, demonic place.
The person on the other end shivered at the sound of it, smiling wryly with beads of sweat at his brows, wondering just what Love de Bayard had done to anger his master this thoroughly.
It was well known that Anesthesia was quick to anger.
Perhaps it was something innate to her. Or perhaps she had simply grown so accustomed to everything going her way that when one thing didn't…she lost the fragile hold she maintained on her own emotions.
That was why he and his companions — willing subordinates, to avoid calling them what they truly were — knew never to act against what she wanted.
He already felt a creeping pity for Love. After all, his master was like a dog that had gone feral…once she bit down, she would not release until she had torn completely through.
