MITCH CHESTER
HE WAITED FOR the next few minutes, wondering what Lorna was doing. He was about to call for her again but a door behind him opened and Enrique sauntered into the sitting room. He scoffed as he saw Mitch and said, “When did you decide to get out of bed?“
Mitch shrugged and went to the shelf, peering into them to see what mysterious plant they held.
“Some of those things can affect you through their scent,“ Enrique drawled. “I would be careful how I sniff them if I were you.“
Mitch took a step away and went to the window.
“I negotiated a pretty good deal with the council,“ Enrique said again. “Your werewolf Luna is not a good politician. She was lucky to have me there.“
Mitch chuckled dryly. He remembered that the last time he and his uncle were in this place, the house had been on fire and they were out for each other’s throats.
“We are all lucky to have Anna amongst us,“ Mitch said in a low growl. “You would be wise to remember that next time.“
Enrique fro
