Elara
“I didn’t know you’d be such a catch, even after everything.”
I looked up so fast I nearly toppled off the bench. He stood there, tall, broad shouldered, with that same lopsided grin he used to wear when we were teenagers sneaking out after curfew. His hair was a little shorter now, more refined. His suit was sharp, but the twinkle in his hazel eyes hadn’t changed one bit.
“Devon?” I breathed.
“Hey, Elara” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You okay?”
I blinked, nodded. Then blinked again because...what the hell?
“Wait, what are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same,” he shot back, laughing. His voice was warm and familiar. The kind that settled around you like an old blanket. “I thought this whole ball thing was for stuck up Alphas with
