Chapter 45: The Poison Tester’s Deathwish
Primrose had no idea why this skunk—no, wait, was he a honey badger?—couldn’t just keep his mouth shut if he didn’t even know what he was talking about.
Because of his careless words, Edmund nearly threw the wooden table in front of them straight at Salem if Primrose hadn’t quickly grabbed his arm.
"Your Majesty, that’s not what he meant!" Primrose shouted, holding onto him tightly, using all her strength to stop him from lunging at Salem.
Meanwhile, Salem had already jumped and was now hiding behind the couch with a confused frown. [Why is he mad at me? Did I say something wrong?]
Excuse me?! How did he still have the audacity to question Edmund’s anger after that?
Who in their right mind would say out loud that they wanted the Queen to pay them with her body in front of the Lycan King?!
Exactly. Only Salem. Only he would be crazy enough to say something like that out loud.
"Then explain what exactly he meant by that," Edmund said coldly, his eyes narrowing at Salem.
The look in his eyes was so sharp, Primrose honestly thought it might be enough to slice Salem into pieces right then and there.
Primrose had to stand up just to keep Edmund from moving. Then she quickly explained, "It really doesn’t mean anything bad! Sir Vesper only wants to take a bit of my blood, hair, and nails—"
"Your blood?!" This time, Edmund finally stood up from the couch. He even reached for a decorative sword hanging on the wall, but Primrose held onto his arm tightly.