Maeve
“Where the hell is he?” I asked Myla, who was leaning against one of the columns in the ballroom, looking a little flustered herself. She was dressed in an insanely flattering sea-green colored gown, the same color as the silky ribbons woven into her braids. She shrugged, tilting the remaining champagne in the flute she was holding into her mouth.
“Where is anyone we know? There has to be five-hundred people here, if not more. I haven’t seen Keaton since we entered the castle!”
“I’m surprised Keaton even agreed to come. It sounds like he and Troy had a major falling out—”
“Keaton is mad at Troy for leaving their little group of pirates, that’s all. They’re brothers in all aspects but one. They’ll be friends again.”
“Just not Alpha and Beta.”
To my surprise, Myla shrugged, tappi
