The Belle Of Belgrave Square 소설 & 이야기

She wears thin spectacles that give her the sharp impression of someone respectable. “Belle.” I notice how Markov sounds indifferent and distant when he calls me by my name. The last time he talked to me, he was smiling. “Have a seat.” I can’t help but notice that he has pointed at the other end of the table. I try not to let it bother me when I take my seat. The guards position themselves behind me. I admit that it was a little distracting, but I should just get used to it. I thought that the werewolf woman would look at me with displeasure, but she seems to be studying me carefully.