FEYRE I had a drink, or two, or three, with the man from the elevator. His name is William and he is from a pack in London, I did say he wasn’t from here. He’d laughed when I mentioned it. Really, any girl would swoon when she heard his accent. His company was good and he had a great humor but s
FEYRE Zade escorted me out of the bar without a word, he just told his cousin—I’m still in shock of that—he would see him later, and then thanked him for taking care of me for him. Those were his exact words and I wanted to argue. I wasn’t his property and I can take care of myself. Seeing we had
FEYRE “I appreciate your honesty.” I tell Zade, my tone as dry as I could manage it to be. He stays looking at me for a moment longer than would be considered normal before nodding and moving back. He pressed a button and the elevator doors opened. My eyes flew up to him but he just nodded for me
FEYRE About thirty minutes later, Zade walked into the room carrying a garment bag and another box in his hand, along with a shopping bag. He looked funny for some reason but I managed to keep my face blank as he wrestled to hold everything in one hand, open the door and close it back without any
ALPHA ZADE She is going to be the death of me. she was made to torture me and damn if she isn’t doing it to the best of her ability. I’m never going to get the image of her in that matching bra and panties out of my head, no matter how many times and I try to push it to the back of my mind. It is
FEYRE I don’t know what I thought the dinner would be like but it was painfully…boring. So boring that I almost fell asleep, multiple times. Not to mention, Zade is not exactly a good company. Though I had to give him credit for trying to make conversation. If he did that to be nice or if it was o
ALPHA ZADE I didn’t want to meet her, or talk to her, or even simply be in her presence but as soon as I saw her leave the hall immediately after Feyre, I knew I had to stop her somehow. Stop her from what exactly? I didn’t know. I hated to admit but my attention has been on her since we walked i
FEYRE “Where are we going?” I ask Zade as I grip his arm, halting his steps. I thought we were going back to the room since he obviously left the dinner hallway through—rude much, but he didn’t bother telling me where we were heading, he just expected me to follow him blindly. Yeah, he has somet