“Myra? Myra! Are you alright?” Navori called in fake concern as Myra pushed herself away from Draven's hold.
The alpha's hands were still held in midair, warm from the touch of where Myra had escaped, as his eyes scowled in confliction.
Just as Navori turned to him, kissing him on the cheek while Myra turned away, “I-I’m fine,” she muttered, her eyes scanning the room and meeting Jorah’s, who looked genuinely concerned.
But Myra didn't know how much she could trust him after she's avoided his visits for so long, her thoughts dwindled until she felt Navori's hands on her shoulders.
“If you are feeling sick, I can tell Imogen to take you back to the Crescent Estate. Of course, you wouldn’t want to ruin my day, would you?”
Myra was taken aback and perplexed by Navori's indirect words tha
