Re: Morgan's Office (Morgan/Ambrose)
Morgan couldn't help but smirk. From everything he had heard, the blood was exquisite. Of course it was, it was his own. He watched Ambrose walk toward the door, and was making his own way behind the desk, when the vampire spoke. Of course it made sense for him to want his own slave sent to freedom, but there were no guarentees.
"I'll do everything in my power," he promised, with a determined smile.