Stefen laughed, “Claire, when you are finished with my son, come see me, and don’t make me wait too long, I have a schedule to stick to.” Stefen walked out shutting the door behind him.
Oliver really did not want to deal with Claire, yet he wondered how much she heard…
Claire grinned over at him, she didn’t even look guilty for eavesdropping. Oliver sat behind his desk. “I want you to end things with that woman.”
“Why would I do that?” deadpanned Oliver.
“That werewolf blood all over you last night was from those men at the warehouse.”
“I already told you the blood was from Alvin, we got into a fight. Maybe it was the same hunters,” proposed Oliver.
“Why didn’t you tell your father? I’m sure he would like to have that information. Unless, you were that rouge.” Claire looked pleased
