Chapter 95

My hand tightens around the stem of the glass. I look up sharply at the Wolves staring at me, "Leave."

"Yes, ma'am," They bow, glancing warily at the man who enters. He only grins at them, his eyes flashing that sickly, diseased yellow.

Before the door even shuts, I throw the glass of champagne at the pig. He dodges it, of course, and laughs heartily at me. I move around him, keeping a good distance from him. He watches me with a wide, toothy grin. My eyes only narrow at him.

"It's good seeing you without the veil," He chuckles, "You recognize me -good. I wasn't sure if you would-"

"Do not speak to me," I command. He only bows his head, but it's a futile attempt at an apology. He is disrespectful. A venomous snake that need its head cut off. "I know what you are. The only reason why I'm entertaining your request for an audience is because I want to know why you are here. Here, where I could easily order you be ripped to pieces."

"If I may," he takes a step towards me, smirking as he w