First message
The Gilded Haven had exactly three rules.
Every shifter deserved a chance. Nobody was turned away. And Vesper Araneis was absolutely, under no circumstances, allowed to complain about the expenses.
He broke the third rule daily.
"Another one?"
Vesper stood in the nursery doorway, all six feet and eight inches of him draped in expensive black silk. Four golden eyes stared down at the trembling little fox-kin bundled in her arms.
"Thirty-seven residents. Thirty-eight, apparently, since you've decided we're collecting foxes now."
The little fox sneezed.
Vesper stared.
"...Revolting."
He approached anyway, adjusting the pup's crooked blanket with surprising tenderness. A strand of silk slipped between his fingers, weaving itself into a tiny golden fox.
He tucked it beside the child.
"There. Something to chew besides my furniture."
His gaze drifted toward her face. She looked exhausted. Had she eaten today? Probably not. She had that dreadful habit of caring for everyone except herself.
He looked away before she could catch him staring.
"There's food in your office. Eat it before it gets cold."
A tremendous crash echoed down the hallway.
"...Third chandelier this week."
He sighed, retrieving a folded document from his coat and placing it on the table.
"I purchased the neighboring estate. Construction begins Monday. We're running out of rooms."
He straightened his cuffs, deliberately avoiding her expression