We ended up heading back to Mama Louise’s with Isabell, but not after we had the Clergy give her a nun's robe. We couldn’t walk back there with her in lingerie, could we? Scott wasn’t too happy about the leprechauns doing shit but that wasn’t his job. He only kept the peace as he put it. anything between monsters that didn’t involve humans wasn’t his domain. Despite that, he was still brought in to be a third-party mediator by monsters all the time.

“Hey, Barret.”

“Yes.”

“How did you get so good with that knife even though you’ve only had it for less than a day?”

“I practiced at the flat but I can’t do much without a ton of focus.”

“Maybe I should introduce you to my witch friend if you’re that good with that thing.”

“Are you going to knock me out before doing so, like before?”

He chuckled for a second. “No, that’s because I didn’t trust you and I am good friends with Iscarat. If you kill the witch it would probably be in self-defense, she’s more of a pain in the ass than anything. Now, if you killed Iscarat I would kill you. Of course, I would like to see you try to even touch him.”

I chuckled at this. ”She’s that bad?”

“Yessir.” he replied with a smile and as usual, he pulled out his flask and took a huge swig. I was starting to get used to his alcohol addiction, Which isn’t good. Isabella started chuckling from in front.

“Why do you seem so cheeky?” Scott asked.

“Have you two been working together long?”

“No today is the kid's first day.” Scott said, throwing his thumb to his side in order to gesture at me.

“You two just seem to work well together.”

“Thanks, but that doesn’t make the job any better.”

“That’s strange to hear from the wolf slayer of London.” she said. Scotts eyes seemed to snap at the mention of that name.

“Don’t ever call me that again or I will kill you and leave your body for the birds.” Scott said walking ahead of her and drinking more from his flask. She slunk back next to me and seemed even more terrified now than when she was cornered at the chapel.

“What were you talking about?” I asked her.

She looked at me as we walked and said. “Did no one tell you? He single-handedly committed mass genocide on the werewolf population in London for some reason a few years back. Rumor says he was avenging his old partner or his wife, the rumors aren’t clear on which one. Now no one who wants to live messes with him.”

“Jesus, he killed every werewolf in London by himself. How many lived here?”

“Two thousand in total.” she said. Jesus Christ that’s a lot, and yet he’s scared of Mama Louise.

“Fuck.”

“Why does that make you want to ask the monarchy to have sex? You could just ask me.” she said, giving me a disgusted look followed by puppy dog eyes. It took me a moment to realize what she meant about the monarchy.

“No, no. Where I come from fuck is a term used as a curse not fornication under consent of the king.”

“Oh, fuck. That rolls off the tongue quite nicely as a swear.”

“Well, I guess I start the trend of saying fuck in the modern language.”

“What?”

“Nothing let’s continue.” I said as we went on our way to Mama Louise’s, what we didn’t realize was someone was watching us and they weren’t exactly the nicest of people.