Laura

I watched as Lisa and her father breezed through the crowd. It wasn’t difficult to tell that she was thoroughly bored. I couldn’t blame her. Her father looked like a stuffy stuck-up man.

I turned my head and caught sight of Rusev watching me like a hawk. I grumbled. I hated him. Why did my mate think it a good idea to leave me stuck with him?

I shadowed Mr. Hans as he dragged his daughter along, greeting dignitaries and other stuck-up people like himself.

A waiter passed me and I grabbed another glass of champagne. How was I going to get Lisa away from her old man?

My...