#Chapter 148 Framed

Charles I sat in my office at Grace's house, waiting for Astarte to answer. George was tense in the chair across the desk from me, ready to take notes. The projection was of a spinning hourglass as we waited. The seconds seemed to weigh heavily on me. Then, she answered, wearing vibrant blue lingerie this time. I wasn't sure if I was ready to have this conversation, but it needed to be had now, especially with the letter. Her eyes were warm as she appeared, then cooled. "So... we're doing this now." My lips twitched. "It seems so." "Is this about Devin?" She asked, tilting her head. "Married to the alpha who hadn't even bothered to check the credentials or intentions of the man she handed it off to? It's not like you to get involved." "Look, Astarte," I began, choosing my words carefully. "The Enforcers have been doing all the clean-up from the Blood Moon attack. Her brother is still recovering. I just want to understand what pushed you to this point. I know you." Astarte said