Mavis Pov
I turned my gaze from Samson to Latif, who was still speaking, though his jaw was clenched. "I'm going to see Rose," I announced as I stood up. He nodded and shot a glance at Samson, which struck me as odd. I made my way to Rose, who was sitting across the fire. She handed me a cup. "What’s this?" I asked, taking a sip and promptly spitting it out. "Vodka," Rose replied. "It’s bitter," I said, returning the cup to her. "Quin got it." I noticed Quin waving at her, and she responded with a bright smile. It was clear that Rose blended in effortlessly with them.
"What’s happening between you and James?" I inquired. "He’s really nice once you get to know him, but I don’t think he’s my type," she replied. "Does he know that?" I gestured toward James, who had turned his gaze away. Ros
