Alpha japhet pov
She was scanning the room, her sharp gaze cutting through the haze of lights and moving bodies. It didn’t take long before she spotted me. Delphine wasn’t dressed like someone planning to enjoy a night out at the club. Her attire was deliberate, too put-together, and screamed of someone with a mission. She moved toward me, her strides calculated, Emily trailing behind her like an obedient shadow.
I leaned back into the worn leather of my seat, swirling the drink in my hand—the same drink I’d been warned about earlier. I wasn’t sure if that warning was worth trusting. Hell, I wasn’t sure about Ryan either. Something about him didn’t sit right, but I let him stay. Stupid? Maybe. Reckless? Definitely.
Delphine stopped in front of me, and I tilted my glass lazily, taking a
