Be a Spy

MIA’S POV

“Indeed she is. Now,” Faustus face Davon, “About meeting Victor. I have a plan, and I hope you will comply to it, my King.”

It was so awkward how Faustus address Davon as king. He bowed his head every time and spoke with cautious.

“Why do you need a plan? Just take me to Victor and I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see me.”

One thing that I also noticed with Davon, he spoke with conviction around werewolves. It comes out naturally. As if every cell of his body knows he’s the king, showing dominance and power.

“Things change a lot here, my king. I hope you understand,” Faustus explained with a chuckle.

“I’m aware of that, and please, quit saying my king. No one calls me that for many decades.”

“Alright then. I shall arrange the meeting. I’ll tell you when I come up with the plan,” Faustus took Davon’s phone number and asked him where he stays. He was surprised to know that Davon was working in a library, and offered to pay his abode.

But Davon declined the offer. He