Chapter 41: Carrot Flower, Part 2

The slamming of the door against the wall as it was thrown open made them jerk, causing Stregoni to let go. He winced as Gilles landed awkwardly right back on the chaise. On the other side, François swore as the sudden shift caused him to lose his grip as well.

"What is going on here?" slurred the figure in the doorway.

This was George Sangre? He looked like a rotted version of Lord Sangre: he was unkempt, a rough beard covering much of his face, and he was wearing clothes that should have been replaced a long time ago. They were stained, torn, and reeked of sweat, smoke, and urine.

But far more alarming than George's appearance was the rage that filled his face.