TWO MONTHS LATER
Griff’s POV
“Your Majesty, can I get you anything else?” the waitress asks Gabriel nervously.
“No, thank you.” he replies with a smile before she turns her attention to me.
“And for yourself, Beta Griffin?”
I hold up my half- full bottle of beer and shake my head.
“Nah, I’m good.”
She walks away and I follow Gabriel’s line of sight across the dance floor, where Rhys is entertaining an enthusiastic group of ladies with his dance moves.
“He looks like a dumbass.” I snort as he begins twerking upon a woman’s request, his bright red Santa hat bobbing around on his head.
“I don’t know… he’s worryingly good at that.” Gabriel points out as he laughs in return.
He then lifts his hand to look at his watch before picking up his drink from the table and knocking i
