Chapter 15
Raymond's suggestion sounded like the devil's whisper in Celeste's ears. The temperature in the café seemed to have plummeted a few degrees. Celeste tried her best not to shiver. But she couldn't help with the hair that stood on the end of her skin.
Did she want to touch the wolfsbane? No, of course not. She was not suicidal.
"Why would I want to touch it? Wolfsbane is poisonous to humans, right?"
A smile curled on Raymond's lips. But to Celeste, it reeked ominously.
"It is poisonous, but don't worry. It won't hurt you in the short time as long as you don't have an open cut on your fingers." Speaking, he took a look at her smooth, long fingers.
"And of course, it works the opposite on the werewolves. Just the sight of the wolfsbane is enough to make those
