Bane let him go, frowning. This wasn't the count that had raised him. How much had dying changed him? Bane went to his room, knowing sleep would help. But also knowing ave wouldn't be sleeping 

Avery was hitting a punching bag, muttering softly to herself. "Acting like he can come in and order me like a child...after what he forced me to do..." She yelled in anger and hit the bag hard, sending it across the room.