Chapter One Hundred-Twelve- Sabre- 123 yrs old

Sabre lived off the generosity of his patrons. None knew they funded the leader of the Blood Traitor Network. Princess Tatiana didn’t recognize Sabre outside of the Blood Traitor Network safe house.

As Frederick Ap Dunkirk, artist, and painter, he ranked too low for her to take notice. Even when his patron hauled him to court to celebrate Tatiana’s birthday. Now he sat there most of the night watching Tatiana make an utter fool of herself. He could see that she had to be cut loose, but she knew too much about that safe house and others within it. Frederick must start abandoning that lucrative location.

Once he had all his plans figured out, Frederick amused himself with memories of his breaking in Tatiana like the most common harlot going. He’d enjoyed stretching her open more, so she gape after he finished with her. Nothing more satisfying than watching her degraded and debased as he stood there satisfied with his handy work.