167 Enemy of an Enemy

In the end, Alpha Thorton reluctantly gave his approval, and we made our way out quickly in case he suddenly changed his mind. 

Darach was waiting for me, wearing an argyle vest along with slacks. Blaise shot me an incredulous glance― I hadn't told him about what Darach was like, and now he was forced to draw his own conclusions. 

I bet he expected someone more like Dahlia, who had an overwhelming presence, and not a man who seemed more like a student dressed like an old university professor. In fact, Darach vaguely reminded me of Doctor Thomas in his old age. 

Meanwhile, Darach also stared at Blaise in surprise, but it wasn't because Blaise was dressed oddly. I had a feeling it was because Blaise was present, to begin with.

"Harper, you did tell him that I was coming along right?" Blaise whispered in my ear, deliberately putting an arm around my waist.