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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Beowulf Estate - Amarillo, TX
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Willow can’t help but give Rowan a flat look for saying that about her ‘name’, but she steps towards him at the offer. [color=7EA6D7]“Surely one sip won’t set them off.”[/color] She says, reaching to grasp the glass in both hands before Aethel returns and bats it away from Willow. 

[color=c4df9b]“We don’t let them drink,”[/color] He says to Rowan before he holds a tablet out to him. [color=c4df9b]“Anywho, sorry that took so long, we weren’t expecting Lola and Scarlett to actually sell tonight.”[/color] After handing the tablet with the contracts to Rowan, Aethel returns to his place next to Willow, pulling her back from the edge.

Xavier repeats the name in his head, choosing not to comment on the family name for now even though he recognizes it from somewhere. [color=97B597]“Make them wish for death.”[/color] He says simply, but there’s a glint in his eye that speaks to rage. [color=97B597]“I have nothing off the top of my head, but medieval torture methods were historically effective at what they did.”[/color]