Aliona's nails dug so deeply into her palms that crescent-shaped wounds appeared across her skin, yet she barely felt the pain. The hatred burning inside her was already swallowing everything else whole.
Meanwhile, after I rescued Elliot from her relentless clinging, I fully expected us to return to the banquet hall together.
Instead, before we even reached the crowd again, Elliot suddenly caught my wrist and pulled me into an empty private room nearby. The door shut behind us with a heavy click that instantly trapped me inside with him.
I blinked at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"
Elliot leaned lazily against the closed door, his dark eyes fixed entirely on me. There was an unmistakable excitement hidden beneath his calm Alpha expression. "Didn't you say you had something important to tell me?" he asked softly. "I'm listening."
I stared at him for a second before laughter escaped me helplessly.
The man was pretending not to understand on purpose.
