Freya
Ezren looked up at me from his position on the white leather sofa and simply smirked that same infuriating f*****g smirk he always did when he was up to something. He didn’t seem surprised by my tone or my question. If anything, he seemed amused.
“Straight to the point as always,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “No small talk? No ‘how are you doing after last night’s drama’?”
“Cut the crap, Ezren. You didn’t call me here for small talk.”
He chuckled and set his glass down on the glass coffee table. “You’re right, of course.” He clapped his hands and a Beta emerged from another room with a garment bag in his hands.
I frowned as the Beta placed the bag on a nearby chair. He unzipped it to reveal a stunning red dress, the kind that would turn heads at any event
