บท 93: Chapter 11: Trade And Deal

I was sitting in the private room of Cassandra, the blue lady, the queen of wolves, whatever title she wanted. It was surprisingly normal, with a small table and chairs, a minibar and a coffee machine that used pods. 

"Please, make yourself at home..." 

"I will."

Cassandra was nervous. I could smell her sweat and fear, looking at me like a monster; however, that was good.

She shouldn't underestimate me, and she didn't do that. It meant she was taking me more seriously than before when she pretended to be interested in me. 

It was likely because she's a bitch and smelled my scent.

The wolf queen put some pods on the table and started making herself an espresso while I made black tea. The silence was uncomfortable. She kept glancing at me for a few seconds, expecting me to say something, but I waited until she did.

"So... What are you going to do?"

I sipped my tea, feeling its warmth down my throat, "What do you mean?"