Almira quickly recovered from her surprise. She returned a serious look to the man she was hiding from. Chelle, on the other hand, seemed as though she had seen a ghost while looking at Ivan's friend. I didn't know whether it was Angus, Caius, or Huxley.
Ivan grabbed my attention, and I blinked in response.
"What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed at him. What was his deal, suddenly showing up here?
I wanted to slap some sense into him, but I refrained from revealing my bitterness, despite feeling a strong urge to vent in those moments.
"You're drunk; go home," he replied calmly. His voice was gentle as if he were a patient spouse comforting an upset wife.
I scowled. I didn't budge from my seat. Who was he to tell me what to do? The nerve of him!
"Let's go," he invited, but I re
