"Enlighten you with what exactly, Mr. Jefferson?" I raise my left eyebrow at the emperor of the Elohim Kingdom, who I don't know what is doing here in Benjamin's palace. Werewolves here aren't fond of these dark hunters, but still, they choose them over me.
"About the would-be mistresses of Abeloth. . .you are talking about, of course! And what else?" He mocks at me, looking at me lazily. "I know you are kind of irresistible. Even my nephew, Reynard, adored you when it was never his nature to get affected by someone like you, who he loves to hunt and kill. And then I see Abeloth. Is that your charm that made him take this extreme step?"
I choose not to comment on his indirect accusations of me being an enchantress. Instead, I take the expression of the people surrounding me, and my eyes
