A sudden knock on the door startles us both and Lilia peeks her head inside a second later. She gives Seraphina a sheepish smile. "Congratulations! I absolutely hate to interrupt, but there is a bit of a situation out here. Baldwin is here."
I spare Seraphina a long look—one she doesn't return—before trudging out.
Baldwin, head Alpha of the Western Packs, stands by the counter in a pale green suit engaged in a conversation with Eric. His eldest son, Quinn looks as pissed as I feel, his blue eyes snapping to me the moment I emerge from the theater.
My steps falter as I stare at Quinn. I've met the man sparsely on the few occasions he represented his father during the Summits. We never had a conversation longer than introductions and an exchange of pleasantries, and perhaps, that is why I
