Zolani’s pov
We finished breakfast in companionable chaos, pack members drifting over to hug Aradia, tease her about the wedding, and ask me endless questions about “human traditions.”
I answered politely, smiled when I was supposed to, laughed when they expected it. My plate was empty, my coffee cold, and my stomach was full but the moment I pushed back my chair, Aradia grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the dining hall like she had a mission.
“Should I give Ronan your contact info?” she announced as we moved down the corridor, her voice loud enough to echo off the stone walls. “And yes...he’s willing to pay a million to get it from me.”
“What!” I rolled my eyes so hard I felt it in my skull. “That’s unrealistic.”
She laughed bright, and unhinged. “Girl, he’s old money. Loaded.
