RYDEN
“How do you know these people?” I asked Nora as we got into a cigar room in another hotel a few blocks from where Ren was.
“Company parties, auctions, and galas my father wanted me to attend.”
“I guess there are benefits of attending some events.”
“You know for a fact there is.” She grabbed the man on the elbow when he sensed us and tried to escape. “Finlay.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You being a Webster isn’t welcome here anymore.” Finlay stole a glance at me. His olive skin seemed to shine in the light.
“Do you think I don’t know that? But I’m trying to do some good here. I left my father weeks ago. I’m with the pack now.”
“Yet, I don’t see you being in a pack,” Finlay said.
“She’s under provision. We need your help, and if you don’t, once I get to meet your queen, I will tel
