This was entirely too amusing for Karena. She knew that Carrick had to be suffering greatly with all of these people stuck together. Things would definitely be interesting.
"Would you consider this your own personal kind of hell?" The vampire asked her father with a devilish smirk, speaking in her native Ukranian, knowing he would understand. Yes, she was enjoying this far too much.
"Just Karena." She said to the werelion as the introductions were made, scrunching her nose up at being addressed so formally before turning to the slave on the floor.
"And your name?" she asked, watching the boy. Not many slaves easily back talked Carrick. She liked him already. "And you'll have to forgive my father. He's old and sometimes forgets how many people are actually in the room"