Corey has always been a sly fellow. As the director of the Iron Law Bureau, conspiracy and the bizarre are his forte, yet in that fleeting moment he felt a chill from the conspiracy.
The deal hadn't been struck, and yet he nearly revealed Ivar's location. This wasn't his style.
He... had been influenced by Secret Blood.
Corey's thoughts raced as he assessed the guests from the Nordic countries before him.
Was Hebdo doing this on purpose? Letting Secret Blood affect his mind? Confusing his judgment? Or was it unintentional?
Corey wasn't sure, but his gaze was soon drawn to another person.
The man standing behind Erin, pressing a gun to her head.
Who was he? If he suddenly turned the gun on him, could he dodge the shot?
No... no...
How could he possibly allow anyone to meet him with a weapon, even if they were holding Erin hostage?
Suddenly, Corey smelled it, the scent of blood permeating the air.
