She slammed her keys on the foyer table as she began to remove her jewelry and accessories. Her anger at how the night went-how her mother and father spoke to her, upsetting her past the point of expression.
Rojer watched Alora and shook his head. “Guess you’re going to have a lot on your hands tonight, little brother.”
Falcon watched as Alora stormed off and into the kitchen. He really wasn’t in the mood for this tonight, but he knew that it was his duty as her mate to see to her troubles and make her feel better. There was so much more on his mind, though; so much concerning what he saw that night-or what he thought he saw. What did he see?
He trekked through that whole ballroom, looking for that mysterious woman that he had seen. There was no mistaking her for anyone e
