HAZEL
We are in the foyer, having being ushered into the palace. It’s so noisy in here, it’s a miracle Asher can hear me over the loud chatter of the mingling crowd of guests.
There are scores of them, all dressed in expensive tuxes and cocktail dresses. Everyone in here looks like they own money. Lots of it.
But that’s not what’s baffling.
“What was that?” I demand, pointing towards the entrance doors. “Why were those guards talking to you like you’re royalty or something?”
Keep calm Hazel Bell.
Asher James is not royalty. There’s no way he’s related to the Lycan king.
He’s not. He’s just Asher. Frat boy and regular menace.
Why is he staring at me like that? Like he’s got something to confess?
“Don’t freak out,” he starts, speaking in slow, measured syllables. His sigh is lo
