Luke raised his eyebrows, and decided to ignore Alex. He turned his gaze onto Ana, who was too confused to speak. Luke's gaze softened at the sight of her, and he pulled her towards him, away
from Alex, who wanted to push Luke's hands off her.
"Anastasia, sweetheart." Louis murmured in her ear, brushing a finger down her cheek. "Gabriel is expecting you. What are you doing here with a mere angel?" Ana shot a furtive glance at Alex, who decided it was best not to meet her gaze. She turned back to Luke.
"Nothing. We were just talking, of course. He was... thanking me for hosting this party, and asked me to thank Gabriel as well."
"Did he indeed?" Luke glanced suspiciously at Alex, and Alex met his gaze with venom. Luke returned his gaze on her.
"Come on then, we must not be late for His
