KIMANI
By the time the gala finally ended, my feet were screaming help and my stomach was blissfully stuffed with enough sweets to last me till Christmas. Not till Christmas actually, because I will still eat more when I have the chance.
The ride home was quiet, the city lights blurring past as I leaned against the window. Alaric sat beside me, his posture straight, his expression unreadable as ever, while I tried my best not to yawn in his face.
“Successful night?” I teased softly, tilting my head toward him.
He glanced at me, eyes dark and steady. “You managed to turn a gala into a buffet. That’s… impressive.”
I grinned sleepily. “Hey, everybody’s got their talents.”
When we pulled into the mansion’s driveway, I practically melted out of the car. Danielle met us at the door, fussi
