King Kirill cleared his throat. Ifor and Este were staring at Mircea and Frey with pursed lips whilst Athos looked like a child who had been left out of an important conversation.
Mircea's cheeks heated as soon as she registered she was sitting with a bunch of werewolves who had defined hearing by default. She couldn't believe they had heard their whole conversation. Frey finished his whole glass in one go after noticing what had happened.
Easy for him, Mircea inflamed.
"What happened? What were they talking about?" Athos harshly whispered in Este's ears, making her flinch. She patted his thigh, "I will tell you later." She promised him.
Mircea rolled her eyes at the couple, only if she could have some alcohol in her system. She bit on her lip to stop herself from thinking more about it.
