“Uhm…Ah—I ju-just have a-a nice convers—”

“Shhh. I know what you and Vesta did, Cy. No need to hide about that…”

Cyrill swore that he saw something from Rozelyn’s eyes. It was tears and…pain.

“I just want help from you,” she candidly muttered.

“From me?”

Rozelyn nodded. Her face was still unreadable in Cyrill’s werewolf senses.

A flash of lightning beamed at Rozelyn’s face, making him startled.

“Are you the one—”

She nodded, then stated, “I need your help in infiltrating Ludwig’s mind. I have a hunch that he has something to do with the attack and the gruesome killings and the identity of the Blood Mistress.”

“Then why summon...