Chapter 170

Third Person's POV

Mavis hurried forward the moment Cerys finally stopped flinging drinks. Her hands shook slightly as she offered a soft handkerchief to the Moonglen she-wolf, head bowed in instinctive submission.

Then she turned, face hardening as she stared down at Brody-still pinned to the polished stone floor by two burly security enforcers from Mistyhowl Mountain Lodge, both in half-shift