Alpha Corvin's POV

As I looked at the green glow of the objects in this gross hand, I remembered the conversation I had with Beatrice a night ago.

“I don't even know why you keep that ugly wench around, she's a bad look for the business..” Beatrice muttered as I put on my pants, pulling them up to my waist. I reached for my belt, trying to remember why I even hired her in the first place. Oh, right, she had calloused hands that told me she was a hard worker or at the very least, was ...