BRYN
“Get the hell away from her!” Alistair growled and I forgot how to breathe, trying to cover my face and to get back the illusion. I didn’t even know if he saw me properly because Zion’s body was still towering over me, hopefully covering me enough not to be seen.
The warlock wasn’t in a hurry and brushed his hand over my cheek one last time with some kind of disappointment in his eyes. Another loud growl emerged that made me flinch.
“You are seeking death doing something like this in my house, Marquis!” the werewolf’s eyes were dangerously glowing gold and I pushed Zion off me, getting up.
“Ally,” I tried to lie, “It’s just a misunderstanding. The Marquis had too much to drink and…”
“Stop it!” Zion stepped in front of me as if trying to protect me from Alistair and it onl
