Fiona’s POV
Seeing Derek sitting among the Alphas sent a flutter of hope and relief through me. I was so happy that the rumors were through after all, because I didn’t know how else to get his attention if he hadn’t shown up.
Alongside the excitement, a knot twisted in my stomach all the same, as I wasn’t sure how I could make him notice me without Kael—who has his eyes on me like a hawk—being suspicious.
I set the tray carefully on his table with a low bow, then I leaned closer, my veil brushing his sleeve as I whispered, “Alpha Derek,” so softly with my lips barely moving.
His hand shot out and closed around mine in an urgency that startled me. Seeing this as the moment I have been waiting for, I faked a fall and collapsed lightly into his chest like a jellyfish.
“It’s me, Fiona,”
