Michael looked with a slight grimace in that girl's direction, while caressing his arm bitten by Elizabeth the day before. They were supposed to be friends, they had grown up together and even he had a certain liking for her now that they were growing up, but he couldn't help but start to detest her because she was loved by her father, unlike him by his. Henry loved him, but not like a son... she had everything he was looking for and he hated it.