SHERRY
I walked back into the noise without looking over my shoulder again.
The music was louder near the center of the hall. Someone had opened another set of windows, and cooler air mixed with the heat of too many bodies. Camilla spotted me first. She was already moving in my direction, that bright hostess smile fixed in place, the one she used when she smelled advantage.
“There you are,” she said, catching my elbow lightly. “You spoke with him. Good. Silver Hollow does not send its Alpha to parties for no reason. This is useful, Sherry. Extremely useful.”
Viktor stood a few steps behind her, expression unreadable. Eric was farther back, near the edge of the champagne table, glass in hand and not drinking. Hazel hovered near him, talking. He was not answering.
“Mother,” I said, “he
