Chapter 62

I sit on a sofa in one of the guest rooms with a pen and book in my hands and patiently wait for Margallo's arrival. It's morning and I could barely sleep last night. Elsie slept with me on my bed. She said she would feel safer as long as she stayed with me even if it meant her sleeping on the floor and I definitely couldn't have that.

How could I let Luna Elsie of the Kizmet Pack sleep on the floor? It's completely unimaginable. I'd thought about the audience with Margallo all night and I was surprised to receive a reply from her saying she was ready to have a word with me. So here I am, seated and waiting. To be honest, I'm currently a nervous wreck. I know how she can be and just how mean she can get. Will she be willing to listen to me? And even if she does, what is the guarantee that she will take my advice?

I won't be able to communicate with her properly and I can only wonder if she'll have the patience to at least hear me out. I wonder why she even agreed to have the au