The Party

"Well, Este, Kirill and Athos are expecting you for the celebration. I hope you haven't forgotten about it." Argus didn't enter the chamber. He spoke from outside the unlocked door. Frey closed his eyes for a brief moment, "Yes, I remember. I will meet you there." Frey muttered. 

"I don't think he can hear you if you mutter like this." Mircea pointed out from her settee. 

"He can hear us, just alright." Frey rubbed his temples. One of these days he was going to die by having blue balls. He was so close to having her, smelling her. Damn the celebration. 

"Oh right, I forgot about the werewolf hearing." Mircea leaned back, glancing back at the door. "Aren't you going to come in, Argus?" She asked the man she supposed was standing behind the doors. 

"He has gone." Frey told her, collecting a box from the sofa that was present in the corner.