LIANA
I watched him in silence, talking to those beautiful girls. They were all craving his attention, pulling tricks to drive his gaze.
He was busy. Too busy.
Rylee stood straight, gripping the handkerchief in the grip of her fingers. “I am so sorry, Davina. I never wanted to make you anxious. But I thought maybe you should know the truth.”
My gaze was focused on Kyran, her words felt like a passing breeze. She left, yet I couldn't pull my gaze away from his presence. It was that moment when I realized he was the most desirable man in the pack.
“A vodka, please.” My voice asked the bartender. He glanced at me politely before lining up seven vodka shots on the counter.
I grabbed a glass and threw it back. Then another. One more. Until my gaze was tipsy.
“F-f*****g bastard!” My voice
