Chapter 181 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.