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“Be quiet. You don’t belong among my kind, you never have, and it’s become tiresome to protect you against others. You can be of more use with my daughter and her babies than constantly watching your back and shadowing Darrius. I believe it’s where fate always intended to put you. To protect my blood in place of me.” Varro turns to him and heavily places a hand on his shoulder, his aura emanating sheer authority. It’s clear he doesn’t like to be questioned.
“You want me to live among those that took everything from me?” Jasper almost spits it at him and winces at the pressure applied on his shoulder as punishment. I get the vibe you don’t question or disobey this one at all.