#Chapter 81: Isolde

Charles I could hear the smile in Grace’s voice when she answered as I sunk into the plush cushions of the seated lounge of the Savoy. The restaurant was nothing short of exquisite, a testament to lycan craftsmanship and wealth. Its interior was adorned with captivating lycan art, polished stone, and rich dark wood. Every seat was made to be as comfortable as possible and allow loungers to eat comfortably. The place was Isolde's favorite and guaranteed to make her more agreeable to answering my questions without the usual snark. Then, the door opened. “So sorry I’m late, darling. You know how I like to pretty up for you.” I almost laughed at Isolde’s purring tone as she sauntered in. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. Isolde, like always, sounded and looked a few moments away from wreaking havoc on some poor man’s sense of decorum. Every bit of sultry allure and playfulness she'd had when we were much younger had bloomed, deepened and darkened over the years. I glanced ove