Blood Bound

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It's been another week, and Henryk's been more focused than ever. For Bess it's just about time. They have made some alterations to the training room, some adjustments that aren't working too much in Bess' favor. 

They changed the wall with a see through mirror on the outside, and make it taint on the inside. So everybody would be able to get a piece on what's happening on the inside if they're looking. 

And with the mansion crowded? 

Everyone is definitely looking. 

"Your boy, where did you get that thing?" 

Bess inhaled quietly, she obviously doesn't like the fact that Layla Redhound addressed her trainee 'a thing'. 

"Somewhere, in the east. I forgot. Why? Fancy him?" Bess doesn't bother to look at Layla directly, but keeping her eyes on Henryk that's fist fighting Brook at the moment. 

Layla chuckled arrogantly, and that made Bess turned her head to Layla a little, watching her short curly red hair bounced together with her shoulder as she laughs. 

"With weak fists like that?" 

Bess grit her teeth, and back on watching Henryk, he's nowhere near Brook's level, obviously, but he's getting better, much better than he was before. 

"Let me tell you, Arabess, he won't survive with skills like that, and you'll be wasting your time with this boy. He'll be auctioned to the other clan sooner or later." Layla scooted closer and lowered her voice. Bess shakes her head, acting like she couldn't care less. 

"It's only his second week in training, auntie, he'll be fine."

Bess could see Layla's fade reflection on the one way mirror in front of her, smirking, definitely saying things in her pretty little head. Bess keeps her cool.

"Put your faith in him, don't mind me. I just love you Arabess, I wouldn't want you to lose face in front of the whole family. Think about it wisely. Leave him." She whispers, before she turns around to leave. 

"Where are you going, Layla? I'm about to put my kid inside, you'll get a good show this time." 

Bess turns around to find Silvester--another uncle of Bess', coming in with a kid beside him. Layla shrugs her right shoulder lightly in her signature flirty manner. 

"Jefferson is waiting for me for afternoon tea, Silvester. But don't you worry about me, you still have audience." Layla said, glancing over Bess with her smirk before turning around and really leave this time. 

Silvester's gaze landed on Bess, and he straighten up his pose, his chin lifted and he grin. 

"Is that the famous, famous, Arabess Redhound?" Silvester slowly said. Bess' lips twitched, doesn't want to smile but she feels like she has to. Well, the smile couldn't come out anyway. 

"How are you, uncle?" Bess weakly asked. She couldn't help but glance to the scary looking kid. It's like the light in his eyes has been killed and didn't have any chance to resurface. 

"Never better. I heard you brought a kid? Are you looking forward to settling in?" 

Bess tried her best not to roll her eyes. She's tired of that question. 

"No, Silvester. We found this kid, he was a survivor, and he got a big will in him." Bess turned around and point to Henryk weakly. The kid was bruised, the corner of his lips bleeding, his knuckles blistered. Brook paused the training, and push Henryk to the side for him to redo the bandage he used to cover his all blue and red knuckles.