Chapter 3Ulric couldn’t move his hand. He’d placed it on Ilya’s shoulder—needing to touch him—and now he couldn’t step away.
Ilya was his. He’d known the second he’d stepped into the room. Only, how could his mate be wearing an elf suit? The universe had made a mistake. And then he’d ordered mineral water. Ulric shook his head.
He’d always believed he belonged on the good side. His methods of getting things done might not be conventional, but his purpose was good. He was a nice-ish person. Though one look at Ilya made him think he might have been wrong. He should have known. The veritas didn’t make mistakes. He’d never been shown to the left, no matter which club he went to, and yet he’d always believed he belonged there.
Vera glared at him when he didn’t move, and he forced his hand aw
