Chapter 45
Back at the mansion, in the mini library where Roselyn stood, the air was thick with heavy silence.
"What did you just say?" Her mate asked, rather incredulously.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you heard me clearly. But I would repeat myself so you get it clear."
She stood in front of him—mere inches away, so that the only space between them was as thin as a thread.
His scent made her almost purr in delight, and she clenched her thighs, trying so hard not to give anything away.
It annoyed her a great deal that her body reacted even at the slightest interaction between them.
"You head to the sorceress's place, and you would ask her to make you the Werewolf Silver Potion. Is that clear now?"
Of course he had heard it the first time, but hearing it again made it seem more..
