Sorry guys, I forgot to post a chapter so please go back and read "losing control"
*Angel*
I dress with particular care that evening, knowing full well that Eames is the reason for my assiduousness. I chose a simple cut gown of ice blue silk which sets off my eyes and wears my hair piled loosely atop my head, allowing soft wispy curls to frame my face. A strand of pearls and matching earrings completes the look, and, satisfied with my appearance, I head downstairs.
Freya and Zac are already in the parlor waiting for Eames to arrive. I barely have time to sit down when the butler enters the room.
"Alpha Stormborn."
I look up as Norwood finishes intoning Eames’s name. Zac rises and strides to the doorway to greet his friend. "Stormborn, good to see you again."
Eames nods and smiles. I
