Slade
He’d restrained himself, he thought, where Peirce was concerned that night, as he walked into the café that morning, and it was just him, he’d left his unit back at the bed and breakfast. He looked right at Maddie and then walked over to her at the counter.
“Good morning, Maddie.” His eyes moved to her sister, “Zara.” He nodded to her.
“What can I get for you?” Maddie asked him.
“A proper introduction,” He stated. “My name is Slade Southerland. I believe you and your sisters know exactly who I am, as I do who you all are.” He told her simply.
Maddie raised an eyebrow at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She commented casually.
“I’d like to know who’s in charge of your family?” he asked. He had to keep it to human talk, because there were humans sitting in here h
