"Thank you, Mirt," Elize said gratefully. "You've been a good friend."
The selkie nodded in acknowledgment. "Westcrest is beautiful. But be careful of the brownies." He warned, looking concerned.
"I will," Elize replied, patting his arm reassuringly.
She turned around, hearing a set of familiar footsteps.
"Ready to go, little wolf?" Lloyd asked, walking towards her with a blindingly beautiful smile.
The Duchess was walking right beside him, too close to make her feel at ease.
"For quite some time," Elize replied, looking away.
