Chapter 136: The Loyal Dog, Gets No Bone At All

Solomon's gaze shifted to Griffin, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "Griffin, always a pleasure. Though I must say, the company here has taken a rather unexpected turn."

Griffin smiled, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Unexpected, perhaps, but fascinating." Griffin's mechanical voice proclaimed. "Is there any rule stating I can't wander the ball? It's almost time for the dancing, after all."

"Are you so willing to upset the balance for a newborn coven?" Solomon asked, raising a carefully sculpted eyebrow. Ezra knew he wasn't just talking about him but also the Southside. "Keeping a troublesome dog can attract all sort of diseases, or so I'm told."

Ezra frowned. He called me a dog. He looked up at the count. That's strike one.

Griffin stepped closer to Solomon, seemingly at ease. "Loyal dogs are meant to be drawn closer. You see, Ezra here has proven himself quite resourceful. Loyalty like his is commendable."