Lorcan
“Alpha Aramis, I was hoping we might talk in private,” I leaned forward in the chair to speak to him directly, ignoring the groping hands all over my body from the she-wolves vying for my attention. This is what I had guessed the Golden Temple was but I had hoped I’d be wrong.
“In private? What about?” Aramis shuffled in his chair, dismissing the women around him with a tight smile and a flick of his wrists.
“About what just happened during the feast? Why did that woman accuse the Goddess of being a murderer?” I asked, keeping my voice low. His features tensed and he shooed the women that had not left my side away, leaving us both to speak openly. I exhaled in relief that I wouldn’t have to deal with that for right now. My mind was too occupied to think of anything but her. The
