Bella Blackburn was the only one left, staring dumbfounded at the scene in front of her, feeling more and more like she had underestimated the plain male Omega.
Lake frowned at his deserted drink that he had been carefully nursing, it had melted quite a bit, but he didn't mind, taking a big gulp. He was supposed to have another drink with Davian after all.
He got to his feet when his glass was empty, "Why don't we try another bar stand?" He suggested.
Clint and Savannah were gone but Bella was still right there. She seemed to be stunned silent at the moment but he had a feeling that it wouldn't last long.
Davian just reached out to wipe the bit of milk foam that clung to the side of his lips, offering his hand.
Lake's eyes sparkled, sneaking a petty look at Bella. The heiress no longer looked surprised, she instead looked troubled, quiet in a way unlike her.
