Beatrice entered Carter's office. She had gray hair. She smelled of jasmine, mild incense, and a soft sense of natural aroma. Carter couldn't help but be entrance because of her smell.
Because of her smell, he also knew that she wasn't human. Because his only Elite ability, Will of Steel, just pushed back the influence of her smell.
'A witch?'
"Miss Cavendish. I heard you're looking for me. May I ask why?" Carter feigned ignorant. He smiled and asked.
"I think you know exactly why." Beatrice walked alongside his shelf and ran her fingers on the books and vials. "And please, call me Trix. Miss Cavendish feels so unfamiliar."
"We are unfamiliar to each other after all." Carter kept his idiotic smile.
"Oh?" Trix squinted her eyes briefly. "We actually met before you know."
"Where? I can't possibly remember meeting a beauty like you."
"Pretend all you want, Victor. You can't hide your true self behind that slick tongue." Trix said.
