CHAPTER 44: BE MY SPY
VENUS:
Draven's sharp eyes glinted like twin blades as he circled me slowly, a predator toying with its prey. I sat stiffly in the metal chair, my wrists sore from the tight ropes binding them to the armrest. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, but I kept my voice even.
"Sir, please believe me," I said quietly, avoiding eye contact, "I don't know anything about Maxine's activities or affairs. I'm just a servant. I'm barely allowed in the mansion unless it's to scrub floors or wash the toilets."
Draven stopped in front of me, crossing his arms. "You're lying. He doesn't just let anyone into his home, especially not humans. You're close to him. You're his breeder."
I scoffed, though it came out more like a nervous exhale. These desperate wolves! Why involve me in
