"Was? Fish freak's niece?"

Karl questioned out loud as Miranda presented you, Moreau's grand-niece, at one of the monthly lord meetings. He even went as far as to take off his sunglasses to make sure he was seeing this correctly.

The fish freak. Had family. Good looking family.

Heisenberg never cared about his so-called brother, often verbally bullying him. Not like he cared about anybody in this darned family, but Salvatore often got the worst of it.

Seeing the pretty little thing stand in front of him and introduce yourself was unfathomably intriguing. A common villager turned out to be nobility.

This was going to be fun.