14

Demi's pov

I angled myself deeper into the shrubs, my eyes trained on them with my heart drumming against its encase causing a frantic rhythm.

Eros and Anya began to speak, I could notice a considerable distance between them as they stood with their backs against me, their conversation flowed around pack duties, and their body language was casual stating a relationship of duties and friendship but not desire.

How sure can you be?

I continued to watch them intently, listening attentively to what they were discussing so I could find out more about their relationship.

"Have you decided on what color of suit you should wear to the party?" I heard Anya say as she moved closer to him but Eros didn't flinch, he maintained his stiff composure, "I was thinking we should match."

There was a pause and he said nothing for a moment.

"That isn't a bad idea." He stated in a gruff yet polite tone, "But why are we matching?"

"You are taking me as your date silly." She laughed and h