“A deal?” Elder Brent asked.
“Yes, a deal.” Dexter answered.
Elder Brent stepped aside and allowed Dexter to come in. When Dexter entered, he made himself comfortable on a couch there and crossed his legs.
Elder Brent sat at the opposite side and faced him. “What do you want to make a deal about?” He asked.
Dexter smirked. “It's about Elora. We need your help with her.”
Elder Brent sighed. “Elora is something else now, Beta Dexter. That girl must have used dark magic to destroy her conscience before coming for the throne. She is ruthless when it comes to punishments. I've been careful and I don't want to get involved in anything that would cost me something valuable.” He replied.
Dexter sighed. “That's why I'm here, Elder Brent. She would never see you coming. I have a plan and all
