Venessa’s POV
We arrived at the restaurant, but I had no appetite. Hunger was the last thing on my mind. More than anything, I wanted distance from the pack, from prying eyes, from anyone who might be watching us too closely.
Rayon leaned forward across the table, his posture relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips as he took a slow, steady breath.
“So,” he said easily, “what’s going on?”
“Denzel suspects there’s something happening between Tyrell and Jalisa,” I replied. “But he still trusts Tyrell.”
One of Rayon’s brows lifted.
“What I’m about to tell you depends on this,” I continued. “But first, I need you to answer a few questions.”
He chuckled softly.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say King Fabian was right about you being a spy,” he said. “But since I know your motives, I’m
