Once dinner was dismissed, as Brianna removed her from the table Michael immediate followed after her. Wanting to apologize. Wanting to make sure if she was okay? He hated that he acted so rude for something they had no say in. Watching closely as her ladies in waiting had left her, making sure their scent had vanished before he moved on, but as he turned the corner blondee had beaten him. " Damn it! How the hell did he get here?" Michael internally hissed, his alpha wanting to struck the vamp down but he held back, leaning his back on the concrete wall as he listened in.
" My lady, I hope that what his majesty announced didn't bother you too much. Or did it?" Ambrose questioned suddenly as if it wasn't obvious. Like, he spitting out her water was the purest form of acceptance ever. He rolled his eyes at his ill comment.
