Re: Holding Pens
Carrick nodded, bypassing the evident grief the boy felt for his former masters. "Good. Then you've served in a Vampire house before."
He learned forwards, hands now sliding down to the boy's waist and down over his hips, kneading the muscles of his thighs.
"If it's any consolation I have no intention of dying in the near future," he added casually.
"I have several ideas for what to do with you... I could put you in my security team, but given your recent life in the outdoors, it seems a shame to keep you inside. I already have a kennel slave to look after my dogs and my horse, but I think you're most needed to tend the outdoor areas of my estate."
He turned Liam around to look into his face.
"And you'll serve me, of course. In whatever way I wish."