Rose’s sharp gaze scanned the room until it landed on us—on me. The disdain in her eyes was palpable. She smoothed her hands over the front of her expensive dress, now stained with champagne, and lifted her chin.
“Well, isn’t this a cozy little picture?” she drawled, her voice dripping with venom.
I didn’t move, but my wolf stirred, clawing at the surface. My heart was hammering, but I refused to let her get under my skin.
“Rose,” Aaron said, his voice low and dangerous, “this isn’t the time.”
“Oh, I think it’s the perfect time,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing on me. “I mean, look at her. Dressed up like she actually belongs here.” She gave me a slow, disdainful once-over, then turned her gaze to Alan. “What’s the matter, Alan? Change your plans again? Or is it just easier to lead o
