-Amber-
I scanned the room filled with highborn guests, all dancing, chatting, and indulging in their games. Next to me, Ronan talked to a group of people, trying to make sure I enjoyed myself. I appreciated his effort, but I began feeling guilty. He introduced me to these people, tried to get me to have fun, and took care of me, all without knowing who I really was.
“Maybe I should tell him the truth,” I murmured.
“What?” Ronan turned to me, and I gave him a small smile, my courage vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.
“Nothing. I’m just stepping out for some fresh air,” I said.
“Don’t walk far away!”
I nodded and headed for the nearest door that led outside. Despite the size of the mansion, I felt suffocated inside.
Why not tell him tonight? my wolf asked.
“So he can kill us?
