[ZACH]
Shit. Not this again.
We all turned toward the voice behind us. Who would've thought I'd run into him here?
Jonathan Ramirez. A close friend of the royal family; especially my parents.
I let out a slow, controlled exhale, but it did nothing to ease the tension in my chest. How the hell was I supposed to make this less awkward?
Just then, Ariso placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, offering a small, knowing smile. I caught on immediately. Thank God. He was about to save my ass.
He turned to Damon, his expression apologetic. "Please, give me a minute."
"Sure," Damon said easily, already stepping outside. What a relief.
As Ariso and I approached Jonathan, the man’s broad smile told me he was more than happy to see me. He moved as if to bow, but I raised a hand to stop him.
