(Author's POV)
"What if I tell you, I need your help for something really important? Could you lend me a hand?" Elisa whispered, meeting his gaze softly. Her lips were plastered with a sweet, demure smile.
"EL~isa, tell me, what can I do for you?" Aamon was eager, maybe too eager, placing his hands on her shoulders with firmness.
"Umm~ …. I don't know how I should ask this~ …" Elis feigned caution, her voice low.
"Why are you being so hesitant with me? Ask away," Aamon insisted.
"Can you~ … can you prepare a demon circle for me by tomorrow night?" she finally asked.
"Huhh? A demon circle? What for?" Aamon's expression changed.
"To get those Lycan Alphas," she uttered.
Aamon, who was holding her shoulders, squeezed them a bit too harshly, "Those Lycan brats again. What are you on to? Why are you mentioning them?" His face contorted.
