“I think we had a proper agreement.” Kyle sniffed, rubbing his nose and looking around sneakily to see if anyone was watching them or not.
The secretary suddenly shifted into her original form—glowing black eyes without an ounce of sincerity or innocence, like a devil’s well-wisher. Her head was covered by a cape, hiding her long, pointed ears. Her armor was made of ebony metal, which wasn’t enough to scare werewolves, as they were only afraid of blood moons, silver objects, wolfsbane, and mistletoe.
Kyle sighed heavily. “What business do elves have with a human girl?” he asked as calmly as he could, restraining the urge to just kill the assassin dark elf right there.
“I was asked to bring her over to someone. Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill her.” She smiled, her eyes revealing a tr
