Chapter 162. Your Mother Was Indeed a Witch

Lexi had the grace to look a little embarrassed that her comment had been overheard and she mumbled an apology whilst she avoided eye contact with Bartholomew as he made himself comfortable in an old leather armchair that sat in front of his desk.

“No need to apologize, my dear, I’m fully aware of how people see us outside of these walls. Even more so those with Daemon blood, hmm? Our kind, especially those holding the title of Royal Elder, haven’t always made the best decisions in relation to your people, now, have they?” He smiled warmly as Lexi’s head shot up and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“How do you know that?” She questioned suspiciously, “I mean about my Daemon heritage. Have you been spying on me?!”

Bartholomew chuckled.

“My dear, even with my wolf’s heightened sense of smell being able to pinpoint your unique scent, I was present during the trial and the investigations that preceded it.” He explained with a kind smile, “I’m fully aware of your her