Chapter 142

Knox’s POV I sat in the office waiting impatiently for Hunter to come with the witch, Hazel. Jim stood across from me, fidgeting uncomfortably like he was standing on hot coals. The door creaked open. Hunter walked in first with a deep scowl on his face, which was very unusual for him. He was followed by a young woman, probably in her early twenties, probably a few years older than Aria. She had black hair streaked with violet at the edges, and her violet eyes gleamed with mischief. Hazel had a smug, almost mocking smirk on her face. I recognized that smirk—she was the type who didn’t give a damn about rules, rank, or respect. Just like Jim had described. I groaned internally. The last thing I needed was a cocky outsider challenging my authority, and pissing Fenrir off. But if she could find Aria, I would put up with it—for now. “Hey, Jim,” she greeted the nervous fidgeting man. “Thanks for coming,” Jim murmured. Her smirk widened, “Thanks for calling.” She replied, but she wasn't look