“My Lord.” Basille’s General bowed in front of him. “I have news concerning the Belmont boy.”
Basille lounged on a day bed, a cute little fox girl sitting on the floor in front of him, a collar around her neck. His wife, Kysenia, sat a few yards away doing embroidery. He sat up and placed his legs either side of the girl, locking his ankles together over her chest. She looked frightened as Basille started playing with a lock of her dark chocolate hair, looking bored.
“Continue…” He said to the General.
“He has been reported at a place called Spirit Mountain Casino with a group of others we assume to be all half-breeds and the girl.”
“The girl? You mean the demi-goddess?” Basille said amused.
“Yes, my Lord. She apparently goes by the name of Natalie Rubinski, she hired the rooms they a
