I watched Aeris over the rim of my wine glass. He was dressed almost casually in a vest and white shirt, his thick golden hair and beard trimmed, but still slightly ruffled. He wasn't a terrible-looking man by any means. Those eyes were strange, yes. But he was handsome, and he had a rather friendly face.
But I could see the strain and frustration behind his eyes as he cut into his steak and forked a piece of it into his mouth. He'd be surprised when I was the only one who showed up to dinner in his formal dining room, which he'd obviously taken great lengths to decorate with hot-house flowers and a dinner spread meant for an Alpha King.
But it was uncomfortably intimate with just the two of us.
“Play the game," I'd been told by Jared.
Why me? What the hell were those men up to, an
