"Certainly. You’d be surprised how many new members we have; your father is making enemies in a lot of places. Alcott was the one who thought of binding you to me, so you can blame him. He loathes you, by the way, and knew you couldn’t pass up a little bidding war. Too selfish and entitled, always wanting what you can’t have. A little blood in your whisky, a few orgasms, a short marriage ritual, and a Fehu Merkstave manipulated for control over humans etched into your stomach. Much too simple, really. Just think of all the things I can do now with your money and influence. It’s about time things go back to normal. Your father’s caste system needs to be tossed into the bin where it belongs."