Siersha.
My fiancée.
Our eyes met briefly before she averted her gaze.
I walked closer, and the others took notice of my presence.
Zenith, Pasithea, Heather, and Siersha sat on one side, while Aimar, Elijah, Amaury, and Carson occupied the opposite side.
"Miss me, Zenith?"
"Tch, go away."
Zenith clicked her tongue in annoyance.
I smiled at her before I moved toward the side where the boys sat.
"Where were you?" Aimar asked, shifting and squeezing to make space for me.
"Can you not find a different place to sit?" Carson grumbled, scowling as the others shifted to accommodate me.
"Why don't you find another place, Piston?" I said, smiling at him.
"It's Carson," he replied, glaring at me.
"Siersha, he is Himmel," Elijah said with a playful smile, introducing me. "And Himmel, she is your—"
