Nate
“We are under attack,” I say to Arianna and her mother.
“What? Who?” Arianna gasps.
“I don’t know,” I say as Michael had just informed me that a large group of hostiles were attacking the East Village. “I just know the East Village is under attack.”
“I’m coming with you,” Arianna demands.
“No,” I say to her.
“I’m the queen,” she stomps her foot.
“And that is why I can’t let you come,” I stare her down. “You stay here.”
“Nathan,” Arianna growls.
“Arianna,” Beatrice grabs her hand. “Stay here with me. Let Nathan take care of it.”
“But Mom- “
“Listen to your mate,” Beatrice says. “We can’t lose right now.”
Arianna presses her lips together. “Fine,” She glares at me.
“Please, I am not trying to upset you,” I say, touching her cheek. “I love you.”
“Asshole,” Arianna mutters.
