Raymond’s POV.
“Looks like we’re trapped here alone overnight.”
The moment those words left my mouth, Elena’s eyes narrowed into sharp, lethal slits. If looks could kill, I would have been struck dead on the spot right there across the candlelit table.
She was glaring at me with suspicion, her knuckles white as she squeezed her water glass. But beneath my slight triumphant smirk, I was fighting with every ounce of my Alpha willpower not to burst into full, uncontrolled laughter.
She had no idea. She probably believed this was a stroke of bad luck—a sudden storm that happened to close the mountain pass after Alpha Henry canceled.
She didn’t hear what my mother had actually just said in my ear thirty seconds ago.
“Raymond, darling,” Mother’s voice had sung through the speaker, dripping
