Chapter 97: Support

A figure clad in a pure white suit materialized in front of us. I don't know how long I stared at it until I realized he was actually standing there.

"Miss Grey-Hatfield?" The man said.

I blinked. "Yes?"

Liam turned to me. "What?"

The man in white continued. "I'm Iridel. I have a few questions about your recent transactions pertaining to the contract of Angandriel."

"What about it?"

Liam looked between Iridel and me. "Are you talking to someone?"

I turned to him. "Can you not see him?" I turned back to Iridel. "Can he not see you?"

Iridel shook his head.

"Can you change that?"

Iridel frowned.

"Please?"

"Fine." Iridel snapped his fingers.

Liam's head snapped to the angel. A low guttural growl escaped him. Iridel ignored him.

"The questions, Miss Grey-Hatfield?"

"Go ahead."