Chapter 111

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