I rose to my feet and pulled the drapes closed for privacy. "Follow," I said, before strolling to the next section of the room, where there was a mini library with a table and chairs.
I leaned against the marble wood, tracing my hand briefly on the smooth surface before looking at the mysterious man I so badly wanted to rip to shreds. "Depending on your answer, I'll consider taking your head."
"Not reconsider?" he asked, amused.
I pinned him with a deadpanned expression, and even though he had a black mask concealing his face, I could tell he was suddenly uneasy.
I didn't hide my intent to erase him, even though he had helped Eloise; he was still a warlock, and if there was one thing I knew about them, it was that they could never be trusted. But this one was a mystery, and I intend to unravel him along with his flocks.
He cleared his throat and poised, hands on his cane. "Monarch of Lycans. I'm Corvin Graves, not belonging to the Order or anyone."
