[KIYOTO]
"Came with a letter drenched in a weird woody scent too," Ilya said as he signaled a warrior to hand over the bouquet to their alpha for inspection.
It was a harmless gesture, but the warriors knew it was the protocol to make sure Mikhail was protected. The warrior had to touch the bouquet first to make sure there was poison in it and that it would not harm the alpha.
"Here, alpha," the warrior said, and everyone instinctively breathed out a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't dangerous, right?
But Mikhail…
Mikhail was spiraling internally.
Woody scent.
Lavender bouquet.
That bastard.
What the hell was he even thinking this time?
"Read the letter," Ilya said to another warrior who picked it carefully.
The alpha had yet to speak or give them another directive. He was still stuck, wondering what Agust was playing at. That man was insane if this was what he had resorted to.
However, for a moment there, Mikhail felt a different kind of relief.
