Grace
Grace tilted her head in response to his explanation. “I see” looking away Grace shifted in her chair, leaning back in it she slid one leg over the other. "You don't have a family, at all, do you?" She had been looking down at the table when he asked her. Amber eyes snapped upwards with a completely different light to them, they were almost hostile in fact. “No” she said bluntly leaning forwards Grace propped her chin on the palm of her hand. “I already told you I killed my father but he wasn’t my real father. They abandoned me at an orphanage but I like to imagine they died a gruesome death.” The glint in her eye said it all, it wasn’t that Grace resented them but it was just how she was.
Looking back to Baghodat Grace spoke again, “Why do you hope to pity me and worm your way into my heart? To comfort me?” her tone was on the border of being threatening but she already had enough of people pitying her.