King Jackson led the way to the room where Andrea was lying. The look on his face signified danger. Anybody who saw him would be frightened.
Some guards scampered for safety knowing the king wouldn't hesitate to deal with anyone who obstructed his way. It would be better to leave the girl on the City Street to rot than bring her into the castle.
Clement, one of the guys joggled himself towards Jason, “You spoiled the king's mood. He was so happy and I haven't seen him in his happiest moment ever since I came to New Orleans.”
“What do you mean?” Jason asked inquisitively, stretching his ears to hear more. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
“King Jackson was in his happiest mood some moments ago before you came in, and broke the news of bringing a werewolf girl into his castle
