Chapter Eighty-Five – Meeting The King
"Excuse me, sirs, ladies." It was Nero. "King Asher would like to have a word with the two ladies, if you don't mind."
Stefan raised a brow. A word with his mate? Then it clicked. Laurel was werewolf. Could Asher have realized?
The place was crowded to catch a scent but Asher was a strong Lycan and he might have focused on his mate out of curiosity.
Sorren made a small sigh, rubbing his head. He had warned Laurel about this but she still let it happen. He noticed her stand up, almost excitedly.
"If you'd please excuse me." Laurel said to them, pulling the girl with her. "We'd both be back soon."
Stefan held her hand. "And where do you think you're going? Do you have any idea why he called you?"
Laurel tried to pull her hand back but he held it tightly. She cursed internally. He shouldn't dare ruin her plans.
