Elijah POV
Werewolves like to operate in very old-fashioned ways.
We like a lot of space. We like a lot of woods and privacy.
The Aggrande Court didn’t seem to need any of that.
They were located in a skyscraper, which seemed odd. How could they possibly have control of an entire building without arousing suspicion? Until I realized the bottom two floors were a bank.
The rest was a coven.
At the bottom floor, there was a staircase intended for business use. There was another, behind two velvet ropes, and a doorman. When we approached, he eyed us like we were particular troublesome children definitely in the wrong place. “Invitation?” he asked, holding out an expectant hand.
“We didn’t get a formal invitation,” Ami replied with all the confidence of a queen. “But Beckett is expecting
