The Wolf King’s office was so serene that Geneva could hear her heart thump in her chest. She could hear the fly buzzing far away, at the window curtain. She could smell the steamed rolls, and herbal tea. She felt the cold glass table where her hands laid folded. But her mind whirred with what Shaye informed her. “ Can you please repeat it?” She asked, her cheeks felt numb. “Mr. Eyan Rivers is responsible for the smuggling of the girls.” Shaye repeated calmly. “ She heard you the first time, you do know that right?” Devon asked the wolf King, who slowly turned to glare at him. Devon shrunked in his seat. “ I am sorry.” Geneva murmured, lowering her head down. “It’s not your fault, Geneva.” Shaye said, trying to comfort her from the head of the table. Geneva looked at him through his lashes
