Giselle's face turned ashen, and her features twisted into a frightened expression. She took a step back from Rose. The infuriated look in her eyes told Giselle it was not her niece, but someone possessing her.
Someone she was very familiar with. It was her brother, Dante. The manner in which he moved, his disgusting smirk, and his way of speaking were all there. It was just being broadcast through Rose's body.
Giselle whispered his name, "Dante…"
"Ah! Good first guess, and that would actually be—'Master' to you." He emphasized in an irate tone.
Giselle took another step away as Dante moved Rose's body closer to his sister. His murderous stare emanated through Rose's golden eyes that would occasionally flash blood red. A warning that Giselle was in danger.
