Chapter Two Hundred-Thirty-One – He Swung Like That
The next thing on the list was finding Zeldris's cousin who could use magic and was clowning as a lycan while being a werewolf. But the case was pending.
With the case of assassin witches at High Mountains, Laurel had entertained the bizarre thought that Zeldris's cousin could be involved.
They might be quite off in thinking, by gene.
With the possibility that Rolling Stones will be handed to her, as Bebe had told her, Laurel wanted to make sure the lycans will win this one so she'd get her prize.
Zeldris's relative shouldn't be involved or it'd be risky.
"You are only cheering for them because Sorren threw a bone in it for you, aren't you?" Elma came to the surface.
Laurel smirked, folding her legs in her seat. She was all alone in the hall and was awaiting lunch to be brought to her. She still had many notices to sort on her table.
