Darius stalks in, looking so stern and haughty that she finds herself drawing away from him across the bed. He's dressed a little differently. In a long black frock-coat and black knee boots. He looked much more like a vampire ought to look. Formal, even. Formal for him. Darius stands aside and Oberon strides into the room next. He's towing Kristina, leading her by a rope that is tied around her wrists. 'Anywhere,' Darius says. Oberon flicks the rope in a way that sort of flings Kristina onto the floor in one corner. Merle flinches, but Kristina doesn't even glance at her. Darius says, 'You can go.' He's looking at Oberon. 'I'd like to stay,' Oberon says. 'I'd like to see what that bitch gets.' 'You can go,' Darius says. Oberon says quietly, 'Don't I get to witness the dispensation of justice in my own house?' Darius turns away from him. 'What do you think, Merle?' 'What?' Merle says, trying to sound cool rather than completely confused and intimidated. 'This is your retribution. Does Oberon get to stay and witness it or should he leave?' 'Actually, Cole, to her, that's Lord Oberon of the Black Emerald Clan.' Oberon's voice begins sounding hard and firm but starts to waver as Darius turns to look at him.
