There was silence throughout the breakfast, and the instant it was over, the one to take a deep breath was Natasha. Only the heavens knew how paranoid she had been all along.
Draven was the first to stand up.
"I shall take my leave now. Merci." He walked over and grabbed Avelina's hand, exiting the pavilion with her.
Ryan left with his wife, and so did the rest.
"Draven." Amid their return to their quarters, Avelina glanced at Draven. "What is going on?"
Draven looked at her. "Nothing. It is just that my father suspects that something is wrong."
"Wrong?" Avelina furrowed her brows.
"Does it have to do with what happened at the last dinner?"
Draven nodded, confirming, "Indeed." He halted to face Avelina. "Avelina, vampires, and witches are not exactly on good terms. The commoners can mingle with them, not very openly though, but royals…" He shook his head.
