Diara POV
Maybe Kennis wasn't a cold bastard as I thought, he was doing all this so that thousands of his pack members could live. My heart warmed a little for him.
When I could finally breathe again, I asked, "Nina mentioned a prophecy. What is that? " I asked, but he stood up before I could finish, indicating that the conversation was over.
"I'm hungry, aren't you?" he said, extending his hand to me. I took it and nodded, even though I wasn't really hungry. I was glad he'd shared part of their story with me.
We went to a small, cozy restaurant with a stone exterior and an inviting appeal. The owner, a lovely woman with a round face and hourglass figure, welcomed us.
"Sir Emrys, welcome, welcome!" she exclaimed.
"Hello, Mrs. Tariq," he smiled softly at her. Mrs. Tariq
