Minutes after Charles had knocked, Benedict’s front door was opened not by a werewolf but by the owner of the house himself.
“I let the servants have the day off,” he informed them when he noticed their surprised expressions.
“I see,” Isobel replied. She assumed that he did not want any ears or eyes on them for what they were about to discuss.
“Why are they here?” Benedict asked, gesturing to James and Alex with his head.
“They’re our guards,” Charles explained.
“And they can help,” Isobel added to make it clear that the two men would not be staying outside. “They know everything and we can trust them.”
Benedict did not seem convinced with the way he was eyeing the werewolves. “Coin does not earn loyalty,” he sighed.
“I cannot argue with that. However, Alex is one of my be
