Nefretiri
The word of the night was fear.
I hate feeling that way, but it's the truth.
Somehow, Ivan and I convinced ourselves to come to the party, and I was glad we had.
Luke said I didn't have to come, but the look of relief showed me we'd made the right choice.
Most of the guests weren't werewolves.
That on its own wasn't an issue, but you could cut the tension with a knife.
Everyone was civil. If there were conflicts between the races, no one was acting on it.
The issues seemed to be internal.
My problem with so many people was my own secret battle. Not Marcus, that was taken care of by Luke's pack, but what about Melissa.
She was supposed to come for me tonight.
Would she do it?
It was past two in the morning.
That should make me feel more at ease, but it didn't.
Scanning the room, I try to track everyone down.
Taylor and Steven were dancing to another waltz.
