Chapter 136

• Kenzo clasped my hand and guided me to the seat he had chosen for me—on his left, of course. As expected, Beta Ronan occupied the seat to his right. With a gentleman’s grace, Kenzo pulled out the chair for me, his smile warm, his gestures effortlessly smooth. Yet, his kindness toward me had an unintended consequence—a sharp, icy wave of hostility came crashing from across the table, where she sat.
• I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to ignore the irritation curling in my gut, but the golden-eyed woman in front of me looked as though she was bracing for a fight. Her simmering fury was both blatant and senseless.
• Turning away from the glare of her silent challenge, my gaze landed on two unoccupied seats. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Ronan’s eyes were locked on the same spots, his expression shadowed with concern and growing impatience. Someone was late.