*Barbara*

She’s asleep. The dirty Breeder is sleeping, snoring a bit, her bulging belly huge. Now is the perfect time for me to smack her over the head with a vase or something and drag her out of the castle through the tunnels.

Kane will be able to do whatever he wants with her. It’s the perfect scenario for me to get what I want and for this Breeder to fucking go away.

There’s only one problem I think of as I tiptoe into her room–I don’t see a vase.

I look ...