"Do you think that is a great idea?" Alyssa snapped as she looked at Conan who was getting ready to go see Tristan in his pack.
"We don't have a choice and Coffey, he assured me that we have nothing to worry about." Conan shrugged as he smiled at Alyssa who seemed worried.
"You are gradually trusting a werewolf, Conan." Alyssa groaned as she maintained eye contact with him. "Witches and werewolves are never and can never be compatible. So, do you know what exactly Coffey wants from you yet? What if he doesn't only want Tristan dead but also has an eye on the throne? What next, Conan?" Alyssa said in a cold tone.
Conan rolled his eyes as he buttoned up his shirt. "You know one problem with you, Alyssa?" He sneered as he looked at her.
"Oh! Come on, Conan. Don't start!!" She sneered a
