KIMANI
The car rolled to a smooth stop outside the restaurant, and before I could even gather my courage, the door was opened for me. Cameras didn’t flash like at the gala, but there were still eyes, lots of them. Curious eyes, judging eyes, people already whispering behind their menus as if we’d stepped onto a stage instead of into a restaurant.
I straightened my shoulders and slipped my arm into Alaric’s, partly for balance, partly because… well, his presence was like armor. Cold, sleek, intimidating armor, but still armor. Together we walked through the entrance.
And just like that, the whole place hushed.
Forks paused mid-air. Conversations stuttered. I could practically hear the thoughts buzzing in the air. That’s her? That’s the wife? Yes it's me.
I resisted the urge to wave an
