Amara’s POV.
We walked into a fine dining restaurant. It was spacious, with polished oak trim and a carved wooden wrap-around bar along one side. Everything here was of high quality. From the dim lighting to the calm vibe and the delicious smell of the food in the air.
I maintained a composed expression as we were guided to our table. He had made the reservation earlier while we were still on the way. A few pack members noticed us as we passed, so they nodded their heads in respect.
Damien pulled me to a chair to sit. I was on the right, and the leech who tagged along with us was on the left, so Damien was in between us. Ralph and Lucian were in front of us.
I hadn’t learned her name yet. Did she have no intention of introducing herself? I mentally rolled my eyes. What a rude woman sh
