EMBER’s POV
Who in the world had invited him? I thought woefully.
And what was he doing? I wondered as he made his way over to our table,
"Ember Macgregor," he said with a wicked smile when he reached my table, and I wanted nothing more than to grab Rowan's hand and flee. There was a glint in Paris's eyes, and something told me its outcome was going to be regrettable.
"what do you want?" I asked, unable to hide my weariness,
"Why, I spotted a fine couple and came to say hello." he said and sat at our table, "I haven't done the wrong thing, have I?"
"you probably have." I said and turned to Rowan, but he just smiled and turned to Paris, "Make yourself comfortable then."
Paris turned to him, and flashed a grin, "forgive my poor manners," he said and stretched out a hand, "I'm Alpha Pa
