Nara

The room is suddenly intense. Adrian radiates confidence. He steps closer to me, and his scent passes through my nose. I gasp, stepping back. Vanilla and mint, just like that large rogue's scene in that alley. Was it him? My wolf snaps me out of my face, and I look at his face. He is scrutinizing me, face hard as if I'm something difficult to place, and I don't avert my gaze.

“I was wondering when you'd arrive,” I said sarcastically. “My invite must have gotten lost,” he retorted, forcing a smile. “I wonder how,” he hummed in thought. “You were not invited here,” I said, irritated.

“I have...