Ruhn’s glare was burning through my skull, and I wanted to disappear. Zion noticed him too. I saw the corners of his lips rising upwards as he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips for a very long kiss. It was so long that I tried to free myself from his grasp, but he stepped in front of me before I had a chance, completely covering me from the lycan prince’s view. He bent lower, and now it looked like we were doing God knows what. Judging by the warlock’s satisfied facial expression, it was exactly what he wanted.
“I would have asked for a tour of the garden, but you have other guests at the moment,” he explained with a shrug and only then released my hand. “Be ready on time for the mixer.”
“Is that necessary?” I wasn’t above begging him not to attend, but the smirk on his lip
