ZORA
I swirled the champagne in my cup, a sly smile on my face. Some of the men surrounding me actually seem smart and tried engaging me in a conversation .
So I listened. No one said I can't have fun, besides it's a party.
One of the intellected men came closer to me.
"Can I wipe something off your face?" He asked like a true gentleman, taking out his handkerchief.
I nodded, staring at him warily. I'd know from experience that some wolves can be cunny.
He wiped my cheeks softly and showed me the stain he wiped off. It was the blood of the man who held me earlier.
I smile my thanks and was about to pick him as the chosen one when Ryker barged through the crowd, grabbed my hand.
His grip on my wrist was tight as he pulled me away from my fanboys, away from the hall to an empty ro
