The damask curtains moved slightly in the wind. Elionwy adjusted her monocle.

“So, you are here from…” She stirred about in her paperwork for a moment.

“Ah, here we go…Blood Freakers.”  She looked up at the prospect. “OK. Tell me why you wish to terminate your contract.”

Green eyes met hers and skittered away.

“.. Well. Just ’cause.”  A scarred and heavily ringed hand pushed back ratty red curls.

“Well, we are going to need more than just that, I am afraid. You can’t just terminate a legal contract because it is not ‘convenient””.

The woman across the way snarled, forehead and muzzle wrinkling into angry patterns. The irises of her eyes slitted and her lips lifted to reveal sharp canines.

Elionway grimaced. “Really dear? Is that not how you got into this mess in the first place?”

She poured a draft of Darjeeling into the womans’s cup.

“We shall take of this. No one should be shackled with ‘Blood Freakers’ as a surname.

 

Really, we could make a case on taste alone.”