When he stepped back into the Gamma's house, the first thing he noticed was a peculiar scent.
Kylo...
"Oh, la, la." Fergus grinned slyly to himself.
He'd been here just a few minutes ago. The boy was growing on him more than he was willing to admit to himself. But when he picked up his scent lingering on Isleen's body, he couldn't help wondering what delicious atrocities they'd been up to.
Speaking of which, Fergus was able to sense Isleen's gloominess with ease. He fed off those negative emotions. He craved them. So, of course, he was able to easily tell that the girl was still grieving, even with all her failed efforts to hide it.
Fergus couldn't help feeling bad for the girl. She was so naive and surrounded by fake people in her life.