Her request wasn't entirely unreasonable, but Victor had no time for such considerations. Well, fine, maybe he had the time — he had eternity, after all — but he didn't have the energy to stop and go floating around the house looking for a servant to pester. Besides, the Daphnel servants were too professional to be easily spotted in the house. Good help was hard to find — meaning good help made themselves hard to find more often than not. Servants weren't meant to be seen.

"Fine, fine," he said, though his tone made it clear he wasn't really promising anything. "But I need you to write a letter for me."

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