Chapter 46 The Grand Lycan Ball

SAFFRON.

“You are leaving a rather conspicuous trail of neurotoxin and viscera on the ancestral rugs,” Conan rumbled, walking beside me with the casual, arrogant swagger of an apex predator on a leisurely stroll.

“Let the maids earn their keep,” I replied smoothly, not breaking my measured, gracef...

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