"Did I get anything wrong so far, mother?" his eyes shifted to Fleurance and then back at Grace, "To make things worse you made her crawl on the streets of the Isle Valley with the wound you inflicted on her," Damien took the leverage of Penelope's already existing wound to blame it entirely on Grace.
"She is only a slave. You dare stand to treat your sister harshly for an outsider who has no value," Lady Fleurance spoke up not liking the way Damien was steering the conversation.
"She might be an outsider to you but not to me," Damien declared for a shocked gasp to come from the older vampiress in the room.