Alex never got why some of the slaves that they had rescued wanted to go back to their old lives. He had always seen his freedom as a blessing. But he had seen the dull eyes of the slaves that couldn't think for themselves. He would never become that, he would rather die first. But he doubted Magnus would like his fire after the fist time Alec got a hold of a weapon.
"They all want us broken. You are just like them, buying a slave like you do this all the time. Spending money like you are making a statement. You raised your amount the first time because of image. Same for not wanting to lose your prize. And I take everything seriously. I don't joke. That could only lead to a slip and a slip could mean death."
Warlocks and witches had been low priority for his camp. They were more demon hunters, some vampires and a lot of werewolves. "Wait while you plan your attack?" He asked, glancing at the other. "Then I suppose I will have to plan for all attacks.