Warwick took Autumns hand gently helping her to her feet. He placed a soft kiss on her hand before holding open the door to the library, letting her out. There would be time to play the beast later. He was slightly disapointed with how little fight the french girl had put up, hoping for more of a challenge. But it was necessary, if she was to become one of them he needed her loyalty, and no-one is more loyal than to their first lover. Even if just out of protective instict. He would fake an apology tomorrow, some fauning comment all men make when going too far about a girls beauty, and she would be his. No doubt he would be bored of her soon enough, Alastor could have her it he really did love the girl, he had his love, why shouldn't Alastor.<br/><br/>Autumn was one of the few girls who had maintained his interest over the years, she was so responsive, and the art she made after so beautiful he always had her make him a copy aswell. He relished the night he had ahead of him, moving to the society hall.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>*Moving to hawthorne wing*</strong><br/><br/><br/>